Luyện nghe bài hát Wasted Words

There are days sorrow seems never-ending
Like the countless roads upon which driven
The price of in pursuit of dreams
I so often can't seem to remember
Yet there are days when beauty be contained
It even crawls out under ordinary things

A foreigner, no to go
Holding on, the most
Of little time I have

All the wasted words I
In all the that I left
The last act of our play
Must not with regret

I will not leave whishing I had done differently

The moments I treasure are delsom the
That I for
And if I where pain hid I might still let it go
So when the audience has run toward the drift
It be my time to face the life that I have set

A in my own home
on, no place to go

All the wasted words I
In all the that I left
The act of our precious play
not close with regret (regret)
All the words

Some days the between peace
And pain more like blur
But I know with
I can't leave wishing, I cannot
I can't leave wishing I'd done things