Luyện nghe bài hát First Recollection

My first recollection, a day in
Black iron engine covered in ice
Like some Cambrian
and snorting
Nothing was ever going to beat beast
In a fair

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

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

My first is a day in November
Seven forty seven lines through the sky
Like some old curse
Silently
Upon the of those
Who jealously watch life by

sat and watched my troubles
Pile the summer
Now I'm sitting, hearing my youngest cry the hall
coming on, days getting dreary
And I'm this is the season
That I you all

I've heard that the son must
The of the father
But it's the that is left to clean up the mess
And I don't want you to
I'm asking for absolution
Umm, but run is what I did put to the test