Luyện nghe bài hát April 8th

Crawl across towards window
I'm calling from the street
Always a widow
Half awake and on my feet

I'm of age but have no
No quarter phone booth to home
Just late television
my bedroom all alone

There is no use in
up your steps so I can climb
Show me all your figure
Etched in the middle of the

Let me stretch upon carpet
Let me hear the rain tap on your
Knowing I am safe on the
Blankets and drifting off to sleep