Luyện nghe bài hát April 18th

Crawl across toward window.
I'm softly from the street.
Always a widow
and sleeping on my feet.

I'm of age but no children.
No phone booth calls to home
late night television
inside my all alone.

is no use in waiting
offer up steps so I can climb.
me all your figure paintings,
Etched in the of the night

Let me stretch upon your
Let me hear the rain tap on your
Knowing I am on the inside
wrapped and drifting off to sleep.