Luyện nghe bài hát Wounded Head

How this feels like a
For the physical form you
And the reminders
still the same

For the portion
The dysthymic of and blue
You are softened and
Reflecting winter hue

Wounded
You be fine
weary legs
Will you in time

So you open the
Wipe the gray your salted eyes
Feel the string once broken
and slowly tied

Hope for comfort
For the listless and looming
And the ghost of father
you home no more

Let run through
Won't you open your
Let run through

head
You will be
Your legs
hold you in time

Wounded
You will be
Your weary
hold you in time