Luyện nghe bài hát Losing Touch

Console me in my darkest
Convince me that the is always grey
Caress me in your chair
Conceal me from the ghost you cast

I'm in no hurry, you go run
And tell your I'm losing touch
Fill their heads with of impending doom
It must be

Console me in my hour
And tell me you always hear my cries
I wonder what you got
I'm sure it was the prize

I'm in no hurry, you go run
And tell your I'm losing touch
the night with stories, the legend grows

Of how you got
But you made way back home
You sold your soul, like a vagabond yeah

I heard you a wishing well
In the
Console me in my darkest (in my darkest hour)
And you me down

I'm in no hurry, you go run
And tell your I'm losing touch
Fill your crown with
doom, it must be true

But you made way back home
You sold soul, like a Roman vagabond

And all that now you got lost, but you your way back home
You went and sold your soul, an allegiance and gone
I'm touch