Luyện nghe bài hát Bobbie's Gone

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

Doesn't know which to be on
Though she's every door
Only needs the she sleeps on
All she asks is a more time

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

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

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

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

The gives back no reflection
Of she will not see
It she needs protection
Of she swears she has to be

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

Sometimes she because of visions
Of what she loved had all been
There's not much left, no one to
To the that she holds

How could I tell her she's fading
She'd run out of a to be
There be no one waiting
For the poetry of her

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