🎵 Luyện Nghe Bài Hát: Handful Of Rain - Savatage

 The  is growing dark
 From somewhere  within
 It shelters like  ark
 That always  you in
 
 The  walks on over
 And  another round
 For a lost soul at  corner
  prays he's never found
 
 And  mind goes numb
 Until  feeling no pain
 And the soul cries 
 For a handful of 
 
 Wash your 
  your Whiskey
 When  future's
 In  past
  your staring
 Up at 
 From  bottom
  a glass
 And  need some insulation
 From the  you've
 Had  lost
 And you feel  perspiration
 As  adding up the cost
 
 And the night rolls 
  a slow moving train
 And the soul  out
 
 There's  land beyond the living
  a land beyond the dead
 If it's true that  forgiving
 Of the lives that we had 
  the distance there's a thunder
 And the  is thick and warm
 And the patrons  with wonder
 The approaching  the storm
 
  the night rolls on
 Like a slow  train
 And  soul cries out
  a handful of rain
 
 There's an old  in the corner
 And he's smoking all  time
  the smoke is drifting upward and it's
 Twisting  my
 Twisting  my
 Mind
 In my 
 
 The  getting deeper
 And I use it like a 
 There's a blues man  the distance and he's
 Lost  his
 Note
 His note
 
 The  is growing dark
  somewhere deep within
 It  like an ark
 That always  you in
 
 And the  rolls on
 Like a  moving train
 And  soul cries out
  an handful of rain