Luyện nghe bài hát Wasted Words

There are days when sorrow seems
Like the countless roads upon which I've
The of attachment in pursuit of dreams
That I so often seem to remember
Yet there are days when cannot be contained
It even crawls out under ordinary things

A foreigner, no to go
Holding on, making the
Of what little time I

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

I will not leave whishing I had done things

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

A foreigner in my own
on, no place to go

All the words I said
In all the cities that I
The last act of our precious
Must not close with (regret)
All the words

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