Luyện nghe bài hát Wasted Words

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

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

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

I will not leave whishing I had done differently

The I treasure are delsom the ones
That I for
And if I knew pain hid I might 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 I said
In all the cities that I
The last act of our precious
Must not close regret (regret)
All the words

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