🎵 Luyện Nghe Bài Hát: Winter - U2

 Winter
 
 The yellow 
 Well, it  the hand
 Of a  boy
 To  city in a far-off land
 
 We made  mark
  shadow at all
 On  ancient, holy streets
 Where I learned  crawl
 
 The broken and  bruised
  young and the used
 The  and confused
 All here
 
 Words will  land on me
  abandon me
 Mangle, untangle 
 Leave me  the floor
  they sprang in me
  sang in me
  summer sings in me no more
 
 Now I'm 
  trying to stay alive
 In a  of the world
 With no clear  to fight
 
  hot as hell
 We're  butter on toast
 But there's no army  this world
 That  fight a ghost
 
  broken and the bruised
  young and the used
 The sure  confused
 All here
 
 Words will  land on me
 Then  me
 Leave me 
 In  of the door
 Rhymes  in me
 Summer  in me
 But  sings in me no more
 
 Listening to the 
 The strangers
 The silence of  foreign grave
 Listening to  thunder
  sky is strange
 Stretched  everyone
 Listening  the tales
 The child 
 That goes for  and days
 Listening  the calls
 Shouts, frustration
 
 At twenty-one
 I was  a son
 And on that  I knew
 I  kill
 
 To  the ones
  put bullets in guns
  anything it takes
 To  a life until it's still