Luyện nghe bài hát Loose Ends

Climbing a in darkness
Stranded on the ledge
Every that I make to hold on
Pushes me the edge

the changes impending
My thoughts are by despair
I feel like I'm straight up underwater
racing for air, I'm racing for air

And the chords struck at
Grow distant
Yet we them again and again
And we and we pray

For a of day
As the night folds it's
And
Exposing the loose

Surrounding with possessions
I surely have than I need
I don't know if this is justice earned
Or a matter of greed, a matter of greed

And the struck at birth
Grow more
Yet we strike them again and
And we and we pray

For a of day
As the night folds wings
And
Exposing the ends

And the chords at birth
more distant
Yet we strike again and again
And we and we pray

For a of day
As the night folds wings
And
Exposing the loose