Luyện nghe bài hát Middle of June

Time is a cold wind blowing through the
Of a tired, old tree I sit
Where I think about the world and I know how,
will happen to us now?

And peace is a up to the clouds,
that I'm wishing I could climb but I don't how
So would you lend me a hand to the land,
I'm headed, glory bound

And it comes and it
Where it's headed, no one
And we and we go
All the saints and the liars, by the fire
What happen to us now?

And hatred is a sharp knife by the blade,
it's cutting in your til you feel no pain,
And burning in your eyes with a rage,
til the ashes away

Love is a thing you can't define,
Though you try all your might
the riddles and rhymes
But it'll fly you a kite,
It'll throw you to the
But that's the best thing I have

And it comes and it
Where headed, no one knows
And we and we go
the winter and the spring,
Losing everything just to gain it back

But oh, how pretty is the middle of