Luyện nghe bài hát A Letter To Georgia

Georgia,

How can I to you the picture of this avenue?
The rain falls on the street my window on this Thursday afternoon.
I sit alone inside these sinful walls Ive inside.
So many lies have lived and died; none so much as the one I with you.
I see you on the highway a thousand away.
Rain falls your hair and cheeks.
and mascara streaks.
Your reflected in the glass.
Lines in the pavement go past just the lines around your eyes that held away to an endless sad goodbye.

Everybody that I know said I shouldve let you go.
You run everything, you see.
Hurt the you love like me.
But I sit and picture you with fingers worn your shirts on, too.
Your so big and broke in two.
Your mind drifting all you knew.

Afraid to love; to lose;
to start; afraid to choose;
Afraid to live; afraid to
Afraid to let these go sail by;
Afraid to or stay the same;
Afraid to lose again;

Afraid of the truth that could cause you so much pain.

I know.

I it, too.
Sweetheart, I wish it true.