Luyện nghe bài hát Ways of The Wind

Holding on is the ways of the wind
on is like the ways of the wind

I wore a ring was taken so hastily
Thinking that it guaranteed my safety
I'm looking at eyes that have stumbled across a star
Saying that's alright, I know the of man you are

Holding on is like the ways of the
Holding on is like the of the wind

How things I recall I can't take too far
good at collecting and counting on the things you are
Forever racing the she loved to put me through
I was never a good seahorse but I can practice on you

world, another space, another mind insists I'm crying
I once experienced time with you now all exists through rage and
Simon says, "I you, but not as much as you display"
Who says alright then Simon says, "She's yesterday"

Holding on is like the ways of the
It's like holding on a Star
Holding on is like the of the wind
The constant search for who you are, oh

Underneath love's theme lies a superficial
Whatever seduced the barrier, thinks everything stay the same
I'm mind say, hi I think I love you
I never used to run love but calculate what I've been through

Whatever love, whatever vibe, whenever I'm you're lying
Ask me for my mind and I will ask you why sighs are dying
Introduce the I've felt since last I saw you
You say it's alright but I'm crushed till it decides you

Holding on is like the ways of the
I hope you'll understand
Holding on is like the of the wind
Finding, no place to stand

Send my deepest sympathy to the flowers of garden
What's for sale of you're emotions, me, trust can't buy me love
Well, okay, tell me of your adventures, you know
I bet I could survive the wind if curiosities the snow for real

on is like the ways of the wind
Like holding on a Nova
Holding on is like the of the wind
The search for who you are

Holding on is like the ways of the
I only hope understand
Holding on is like the ways of the
Finding, you've no to stand

Holding on is like the of the wind
holding on a Nova Star
Holding on is the ways of the wind
The constant for who you are

Holding on is the ways of the wind
The constant for who you are