Luyện nghe bài hát Bobbie's Gone

Beneath her clothes, her heart is
Spends her making lines
Though her pain is real and
All she are borrowed lines

Doesn't which side to be on
Though she's trying every
Only needs the floor she on
All she is a little more time

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

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

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

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

The mirror gives back no
Of she will not see
It she needs protection
Of what she she has to be

nights are empty tables
Hold her she's made to leave
dreams are empty fables
She makes believe
To be

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

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

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