Luyện nghe bài hát Wasted Words

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

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

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

I will not leave I had done things differently

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

A in my own home
Holding on, no to go

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

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