Luyện nghe bài hát Young Pilgrims

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

I fell into a slide
And ended up the kind of kid who goes down too narrow
Just out my measly pies.

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

slow train to the coast
Some brand new gory art from way on
I sink and then I all night.

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

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

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

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