Luyện nghe bài hát C.A.

This place is beautiful, I don't know how to get home.
It's far enough away and fair for me to throw the odds into the wind.
And everything that meant before
Meant when the sun rose 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 I was cast away, I would have stayed back home in Chicago.
Where at least I know that my friends and my home are a train away.

This place burn.
cast aways set fire to the beaches to learn.

I've seen the west and the where the oceans had been.
Your heartbeat, so 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 rise just west of here.

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

I don't keep the voicemails so I can you call me 'baby'.
But it's proof that you once bled redder than like to remember.
If the valves in our hearts are in binary
while some of them open, stay closed.
Some doors open when others closed.
I'm punching numbers into subway pay-phones 'til you're back home.
still got time.

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

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

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