Luyện nghe bài hát Young Pilgrims

A cold and wet November
And there are no barking
Just emptiness to upon.

I fell a winter slide
And ended up the of kid who goes down chutes too narrow
Just eking out my pies.

But I fast how to keep my head up 'cause I
Know is this side of me that
Wants to grab the yoke from the pilot and
Fly the mess into the sea.

Another slow to the coast
brand new gory art from way on high
I sink and I swim all night.

I the ice melt on the glass
While the young pilgrims pass
And leave their trail
us all not to fail.

Of I was raised to gather courage from those
Lofty tales so tried and and
If you're I'd suggest it 'cause this
Modern can get the best of you.

This rather simple epitaph can your hide your falling mind
Fate isn't what we're up against there's no design no flaws to
no design no flaws to find.

But I learned fast how to my head up 'cause I
Know I got this of me that
to grab the yoke from the pilot and just
Fly the whole mess the sea.