🎵 Luyện Nghe Bài Hát: Winter - U2

 Winter
 
  yellow sun
  it took the hand
 Of a  boy
 To a city in a  land
 
  made no mark
 No shadow at 
 On  ancient, holy streets
 Where I  to crawl
 
 The broken  the bruised
 The young and the 
  sure and confused
 All here
 
 Words will then land on 
 Then  me
 Mangle, untangle 
 Leave me on  floor
 Rhymes, they  in me
 Summer sang in 
 But summer sings in  no more
 
 Now  twenty-five
  trying to stay alive
 In a corner of the 
 With no clear enemies to 
 
  hot as hell
 We're  butter on toast
  there's no army in this world
  can fight a ghost
 
  broken and the bruised
 The young  the used
 The sure and 
 All here
 
 Words  then land on me
 Then  me
  me stranded
  guard of the door
 Rhymes began in 
 Summer sang in 
 But summer sings in  no more
 
  to the cries
 The strangers
 The silence of  foreign grave
 Listening to  thunder
  sky is strange
 Stretched  everyone
 Listening to  tales
  child sings
 That goes  days and days
  to the calls
 Shouts, frustration
 
 At twenty-one
 I was born  son
 And on that day  knew
 I could 
 
 To  the ones
 We  bullets in guns
 Or  it takes
  take a life until it's still