Luyện nghe bài hát C.A.

This place is beautiful, I don't how to get back home.
It's far enough away and fair enough for me to throw the odds the wind.
And everything that meant anything
Meant nothing when the sun over green-capped hills,
but you feel the sun anymore.

This place is difficult, you know it's you and I to shreds.
We've come an awfully long way just to our eyes and wait for low tide.
Skipping beats, and stones.
If I wanted to feel like I was away, I would have stayed back home in Chicago.
Where at least I know that my and my home are just a train away.

place will burn.
Because cast set fire to the beaches to learn.

I've seen the west and the where the oceans had been.
heartbeat, so crass and unapologetic.
hands, so dry and cold.
But waking up to the and smokestacks
doesn't make me so sad about the river anymore.
You know, the sun don't rise just of here.

I can feel january breath on my neck and it burns like summer.
If nothing golden
and we let it hang and
like medals, at least placed.

I keep the voicemails so I can hear you call me 'baby'.
But it's proof that you bled redder than you'd like to remember.
If the valves in our hearts are in binary
while of them open, others stay closed.
Some open when others stay closed.
I'm punching broken numbers into pay-phones 'til you're back home.
still got time.

Some days you down
I some nights are spent alone.
When you've been thrown curves than bones
and built more walls than homes.

A heart can break your spine sometimes.
& Pain are sometimes the same, alright?

We grow old, out of touch with ourselves and eachother.
What it to be happy, I don't know.
What kind of fool would in love with someone who gave up on themselves?
What it takes to be happy, I know.
What it takes to be happy, I know.