Luyện nghe bài hát Caleb

His mother came up with such a clever way to save the day a little white lie.
He thinks he missed the point then, but now he's grown to understand it, in a way.

"Father "I'm sorry" only once, as I remember"
"The words were not meant to hurt, only you, my stupid son..."
One can make a difference, sometimes...
Just his head when the kid is still and has a weak neck.

at his funeral, "happy you're dead."

All his solutions, it seemed, were problems in disguise
Glueing on his drinkin' face, got to erase another day...

Mother was yet confident, although had it tight, taught her son
At the end of every a little light.
It wasn't a lie, it was her hope, that would be fine one day
"He can fulfill his dream, Im happy as long as hes not."

"I hate it and fear face it
the child is not right, he's my greatest

Go out, create thunder, and stand under
That old apple
Where dead let him feed on those

Lost hopes, all those kind words could hurt him more, now
Somehow, one more way back home

Out on the lake, he rows towards a monster he been running away from, years ago.
The past had made him blind to the way hed turned the pain a way of life.

his father, tucked him in, Caleb knows the trade.
Hes the portrait of a man his drew to hate forever.
She was a beast, a saint, wrong in many ways
Wanted to keep up the charade, until the end together

Over the hills, the sea,
Fighting the will, whole
Why a man driving a hearse
in fear, Gift and a Curse

Taking 'em out, 'em all,
the wall, over and out
When moves, alls well,
A decision he can a way to live with

...and up flowers are so beautiful.
And it applies to all living, and dead.
For that I serve my time... in my in Hell.

"Now I the bell to tell the world,
I'm ready when they bring out the soon to be against the wall ..."

This necessary has no heart

Flowers and he will now enlace
A he must pay serving a cold
...whatevergod.