Luyện nghe bài hát Winter

The sun,
Well it the hand,
Of a boy,
To a in a far off land.

We no mark,
No at all,
On the ancient streets,
I learned to crawl.

at the bruised,
The and the used,
The sure and all here

Birds land on me,
abandon me,
Mangle, me,
me on the floor

Rhymes they in me,
Summer in me,
But summer in me no more.

Now I'm 25,
I'm trying to alive,
In a of the world,
no clear enemies to fight.

It's hot as hell, We're butter on toast But there's no army in this world, That can fight a ghost.

at the bruised,
The and the used,
The and confused all here

Birds will on me,
abandon me,
me stranded,
[..] on the door.

Rhymes in me,
sang in me,
But summer in me no more.