Luyện nghe bài hát First Recollection

My recollection, a day in December
Black steam engine covered in ice
some Cambrian monster
Moaning and
Nothing was ever going to beat beast
In a fight

I've sat and the woodpiles
Grow through the
Now I'm sittin', smellin' summer burn through the
Winter's coming on, gettin' dreary
And I'm this is the season
Where I you all

I've heard a man in a
Falls on what he knows best
A to murder, a thief to theft
And I don't you to think
That this is some kind of deathbed
Umm, but run is I did when put to the test

My recollection is a day in November
Seven forty tracin' lines through the sky
Like old gypsy curse
Silently
the dreams of those
Who jealously watch passing by

sat and watched my troubles
Pile the summer
Now I'm sitting, hearing my cry down the hall
Winter's coming on, days dreary
And I'm thinking is the season
I leave you all

I've that the son must bear
The of the father
But it's the daughter that is left to up the mess
And I want you to think
That I'm for absolution
Umm, but run is I did when put to the test