Luyện nghe bài hát Bobbie's Gone

Beneath her clothes, her is breaking
Spends her mornings making
Though her pain is and aching
All she owns are lines

know which side to be on
Though trying every door
needs the floor she sleeps on
All she is a little more time

Bobbie's to California
I see her anymore
gone to California
Like she did the before
And the before

The day she left, her was clinging
To her wet with rain
I her leave, heard her singing
A she wrote when Christmas came

Bobbie's but getting older
The she shows is not her own
near, it's getting colder
California's her home again

gone to California
I won't see her
Bobbie's gone to
she did the year before
And the year

The mirror back no reflection
Of she will not see
It understands she needs
Of she swears she has to be

Bobbie's are empty tables
Hold her 'til she's to leave
dreams are empty fables
She makes herself
To be

Sometimes she cried of visions
Of what she loved had all been
not much left, no one to listen
To the that she holds

How could I her when she's fading
run out of a place to be
There be no one waiting
For the of her soul

I see her anymore
Bobbie's to California
she did the year before
And the before