Luyện nghe bài hát Little Victories

I your hand in mine however cautiously
I keep a smile right to
And I lapse the grasp of an overriding obsession
And I get sick as I watch my fall into suspension

This winter, so cold, creeping around arm
Stealth soldiers, creeping around palm
And it's harder, to understand
Little victories won creeping around your

The sickness has taken hold through violent, syllables
Escape my mouth my breath
The voice of dread is whispering insistent in my ears
My paranoia has galvanized by gaze, so austere

This winter, so cold, creeping your arm
Stealth soldiers, creeping around palm
I it's harder, hard to understand
Little victories won creeping your hand

I your crest to my chest
Hoping it might to look right

There was talk of young boy's corpse
Lying face down in the river, his hands used to move mine
I can't stand myself morning, I am practically that boy
No strength to endure, ghostly insecure, pallid through lack of

This winter, so cold, creeping your arm
Stealth soldiers, creeping around palm
I it's harder, hard to understand
victories won creeping around your hand
Creeping around your