Luyện nghe bài hát Wasted Words

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

A foreigner, no to go
on, making the most
Of what time I have

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

I will not leave I had done things differently

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

A in my own home
Holding on, no to go

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

Some days the line between
And pain seems more like
But I know with
I leave wishing, I cannot leave
I can't leave wishing I'd things differently