Luyện nghe bài hát Bobbie's Gone

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

nights are empty tables
Hold her 'til she's made to
Bobbie's are empty fables
She herself believe
To be

she cried 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 she's
run out of a place to be
There be no one waiting
For the of her soul

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