🎵 Luyện Nghe Bài Hát: Winter - U2

 Winter
 
 The yellow 
 Well, it  the hand
 Of a country 
 To a city in  far-off land
 
 We  no mark
 No shadow  all
 On the ancient,  streets
 Where  learned to crawl
 
 The broken and  bruised
 The young and the 
  sure and confused
 All here
 
 Words  then land on me
 Then abandon 
 Mangle, untangle 
 Leave  on the floor
 Rhymes,  sprang in me
  sang in me
 But summer sings in me  more
 
 Now  twenty-five
 And trying to  alive
 In a corner of the 
 With no clear enemies  fight
 
 It's hot  hell
 We're like butter  toast
 But there's  army in this world
 That can fight  ghost
 
 The broken  the bruised
 The  and the used
  sure and confused
 All here
 
 Words will then  on me
 Then abandon 
 Leave me 
 In guard  the door
 Rhymes  in me
 Summer sang  me
 But summer  in me no more
 
  to the cries
 The strangers
 The  of the foreign grave
 Listening  the thunder
 The  is strange
  over everyone
  to the tales
 The child 
  goes for days and days
 Listening to the 
 Shouts, frustration
 
 At twenty-one
 I  born a son
  on that day I knew
 I  kill
 
 To protect the 
 We  bullets in guns
 Or  it takes
 To  a life until it's still