🎵 Luyện Nghe Bài Hát: Winter - U2

 Winter
 
 The yellow 
 Well,  took the hand
  a country boy
 To a city  a far-off land
 
 We made no 
 No  at all
  the ancient, holy streets
 Where I learned  crawl
 
 The  and the bruised
 The young and  used
 The sure and 
 All here
 
  will then land on me
 Then  me
 Mangle,  me
  me on the floor
 Rhymes, they sprang  me
 Summer sang  me
 But summer sings in me no 
 
 Now  twenty-five
 And trying to stay 
 In a  of the world
 With no  enemies to fight
 
 It's hot  hell
 We're like butter on 
 But there's  army in this world
 That can fight a 
 
 The broken and the 
 The  and the used
 The sure and 
 All here
 
  will then land on me
 Then  me
 Leave me 
 In guard of  door
 Rhymes  in me
 Summer  in me
 But summer sings in me no 
 
 Listening  the cries
 The strangers
 The  of the foreign grave
 Listening  the thunder
 The sky  strange
 Stretched  everyone
  to the tales
 The child 
 That  for days and days
 Listening to the 
 Shouts, frustration
 
 At twenty-one
 I was born  son
 And  that day I knew
  could kill
 
  protect the ones
 We put bullets  guns
 Or anything it 
  take a life until it's still