Luyện nghe bài hát Samuel Aging

Samuel Aging was from Spokane
Right the corner from the church
above his temples he was balding
Hear him pray, him pray

You bestow blessing on the heads of the living
His are like a soft bell
Listen to the dead voice and the silence is ringing
Like an in a dying well

He dipped his pen in ink and stayed up
that night and the following day
Breathing smoke and doing
And fighting to awake
To stay

If a thousand chandeliers could been there shining
In the country of a cold
He mightve been steered to a faith was blinding
Instead of stumbling in his own

I think you said too

Theres always something there you

Your sentence dead five times before it hit the
and it the and it sounds like...

he raked his eyes and read what he had laid down.
His tongue was dry, his were moist and red.
Exhuasted the work he went and laid down
and the writing and the writing read

Run walk or stagger to you old lifes
It matter if it feels right
Funnel yourself through to the world planning
on your insight.

Spells and curses, and churches
bells the silence swells