Luyện nghe bài hát Three Days Old

The poetry of this
I don't to think, not hard anyway
The scenery and fish, bad
Take another breath, another look and

Holding the hand of hard times and
Yeah, it could be worse, my could fall
It fall

Pacified by little things, tones of beige and
to halt a scream in waiting
All red eyes, all thinking
No one says anything I can
Down on the floor where I belong

Too to find the horses
Too young fighting
I get
And I feel days old

Another day goes and
The lose control
Just 'cause are going slow
Your coat has left you
Just when you're feeling the wind, the

And then comes a of old thoughts
That always to wreck my high
And bring me down, bring me

You and I are not the same, you like
Arms wave in a spin, blown by things I've
I've faded, to the point where
I'm not all there, curled up on the floor where I

Too young to find the
Too young fighting
I get

You and I are not the same, you everything
Arms in a spin, blown by things I've hated
I've faded, faded to the point
I'm not all there, curled up on the floor I belong

Too young to find the
Too young fighting
I'm
I'm my head, in over my head
I passed out the water
Feel only three old