Luyện nghe bài hát Bobbie's Gone

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

know which side to be on
Though she's trying every
needs the floor she sleeps on
All she asks is a little more

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

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

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

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

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

Bobbie's nights are empty
Hold her 'til she's to leave
Bobbie's are empty fables
She makes believe
To be

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

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

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