Luyện nghe bài hát Bobbie's Gone

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

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

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

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

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

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

The mirror gives back no
Of shadow she not see
It she needs protection
Of she swears she has to be

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

she cried because of visions
Of she loved had all been sold
There's not left, no one to listen
To the echoes she holds

How could I tell her when she's
run out of a place to be
There will be no one
For the poetry of her

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