🎵 Luyện Nghe Bài Hát: Handful Of Rain - Savatage

  night is growing dark
 From somewhere  within
 It shelters like  ark
 That  takes you in
 
 The barmaid walks on 
 And  another round
 For a lost soul  the corner
 Who prays he's  found
 
 And the  goes numb
 Until it's  no pain
 And the soul cries 
 For a handful of 
 
  your women
  your Whiskey
 When your 
  the past
  your staring
 Up  heaven
 From the 
 Of  glass
 And  need some insulation
 From  years you've
  and lost
 And you feel  perspiration
 As you're adding  the cost
 
 And the night  on
 Like a  moving train
 And the soul cries 
 
 There's a land beyond  living
 There's a land  the dead
 If it's true that God's 
 Of the lives that we had 
  the distance there's a thunder
  the air is thick and warm
 And the patrons  with wonder
 The approaching of the 
 
 And the night rolls 
  a slow moving train
 And  soul cries out
  a handful of rain
 
 There's an old  in the corner
  he's smoking all the time
 An the  is drifting upward and it's
 Twisting in 
 Twisting in 
 Mind
 In  mind
 
 The whiskey's  deeper
  I use it like a moat
 There's a blues man  the distance and he's
 Lost inside 
 Note
 His note
 
 The night is growing 
 From somewhere deep 
  shelters like an ark
 That  takes you in
 
 And the night rolls 
 Like a slow moving 
 And  soul cries out
  an handful of rain