Luyện nghe bài hát Wounded Head

How this feels like a
For the form you crave
And the reminders
Hovering still the

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

Wounded
You will be
Your weary
hold you in time

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

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

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

head
You be fine
Your weary
hold you in time

Wounded
You be fine
Your legs
Will hold you in