Luyện nghe bài hát Death bed

I can smell the death on the
me
I believe this is the end

But this is my
I lie alone
If I my eyes tonight
I know be home

The year was forty one
I was years old and
Far, far too
To that the stories
Of and glories
Was a tale a kind
up for her son
You see
Dad was a traveling
the words of the Teacher
And mother had he
off to the war
And died with honor
Somewhere on a there
But he left once to return
Which me that I should unlearn
Whatever I a father should be
I abandoned that
Like he me

By forty I was fourteen
I'd acquired a taste for liquor and
I until I threw up
Yet I lit 'em up
For thirty years
a machine

So right you have it
That one habit
Is got me where I am today

I can smell the on the sheets
me
I can't believe is the end
I can those sad memories
Still me
So things
I'd do

But is my deathbed
I lie here
If I close my tonight
I I'll be home

I got on March twenty first
Eight months before my wife would give
It's easier to be you love someone
When her father with the barrel of a gun
The was far from harmonious
No two people could have been alone than us
The years would go by and love someone else
And I realized I been loved yet myself

From there your typical spiel
Yeah if life was a
I was drunk at the
I was the loose ends
All fall
Yeah I swear I was to fail
And fail the start

I bowled about six a week
The bottle of kept the memories from me
The marriage had a seven-ten split
And along with my pride the ex-wife took the

I can smell the on the sheets
me
I can't believe is the end
I can hear those sad
Still me
So things
I'd do

But this is my
I lie here
If I close my eyes
I know I'll be

I was so scared of
But He me out
Like the in my lungs
killing me now
And I've up hope
On the days I have
But I cling to the
Of my in the next
Then showed up
Said, "Before we go up
I thought that we reminisce
See one in your life
When you out the light
You for and prayed for my forgiveness"

You cried
The tears they soaked fur
The blood dripped your fangs
You said, "What I done?"
You loved Lamb
With every bone
And there you alone
Your was so contrite

You said, "Jesus, please me of my crimes
Sanctify this withered of mine
Stay with me my life is through
And on that day please take me home you"

I can smell the on the sheets
me
I can't believe is the end
I can hear You to me,
"It's to leave
You'll never be again"

But was my deathbed
I there alone
I closed my eyes tonight
You me home

[Jon Foreman of Switchfoot sings, as the voice of
I am the Way
Me
And My hand
And I am the
Embrace Me and understand
And I am the
And through Me live again
For I am
I am
I, I am