Luyện nghe bài hát The Ridge

The holy girl is in our
the story of us all
She can feel our eyes her
And the that she will fall
On her so warm and honey-sweet
Like a jealous friend
On her right such a steep cold and climb
The clinging of rejection
And the of her imperfections
She says she's near the end yet
And she makes no
She's with failure
And her may one day freeze
And in her stretch
Her eyes recede and roll
She knows she's where can reach her now
where you can see
Beyond she wants to be
She walks the
So glassy
You find her now
you can't to her now
She's going out
One day she was a
She touch the sun somehow
She was held in the arms of the
And child is with her now
And in her moments
She'll that she's afraid
Her hands reach out and at you
But falling further...
further in the churning dark slide
She walks the
So glassy
You can't her now
You can't to her now
closing off again
Now she's walking slowly
Through the garden you know
Her dance so so twisted
A spinning in the snow
She's got a hole in there with her
She's got the sun all in too
her partners in her eternal dance
She's not aware of time past her
She's not aware of getting any
She the ridge
So glassy
You can't her now
You speak to her now
She'll never cry