Luyện nghe bài hát Death bed

I can smell the on the sheets
me
I can't this is the end

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

The was nineteen forty one
I was years old and
Far, far too
To that the stories
Of battles and
Was a tale a kind
up for her son
You see
Dad was a preacher
Teaching the words of the
And had sworn he
off to the war
And died there with
on a beach there
But he left to never return
Which me that I should unlearn
I thought a father should be
I abandoned that
he abandoned me

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

So right there you it
That one habit
Is what got me I am today

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

But this is my
I lie alone
If I close my tonight
I know I'll be

I got married on March first
Eight before my wife would give birth
It's easier to be sure you someone
When her father inquires the barrel of a gun
The was far from harmonious
No two could have been more alone than us
The years go by and she'd love someone else
And I realized I hadn't loved yet myself

From there it's typical spiel
Yeah if life was a
I was at the wheel
I was seeing the loose
All fall
Yeah I swear I was to fail
And fail the start

I bowled six times a week
The bottle of Beam the memories from me
The marriage had taken a seven-ten
And along with my pride the took the kids

I can smell the on the sheets
me
I can't this is the end
I can hear those sad
haunting me
So many
I'd do

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

I was so of Jesus
But He me out
Like the in my lungs
That's me now
And given up hope
On the days I left
But I cling to the
Of my in the next
Then Jesus up
Said, "Before we go up
I thought that we might
See one night in your
When you turned out the
You asked for and for my forgiveness"

You cried
The tears soaked your fur
The blood dripped from your
You said, "What I done?"
You loved that
every sinful bone
And there you wept
Your was so contrite

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

I can smell the death on the
me
I can't believe is the end
I can hear You to me,
"It's to leave
You'll be lonely again"

But was my deathbed
I died alone
I closed my eyes tonight
You carried me

[Jon Foreman of Switchfoot sings, as the of Jesus:]
I am the Way
Me
And take My
And I am the
Me and you'll understand
And I am the
And through Me you'll again
For I am
I am
I, I am