Luyện nghe bài hát Cannonball

I know what was wrong
But I as strong
I've daisies hold cannonballs above them
But if this was a
I still know that I've
Fields of daisies hold cannonballs them

I'm so far perfect
You loved me when I so far from deserved it
If I'm so brave why does looking you in the eye take every ounce of my
I hang my face to the linoleum and count the on the floor
All of us, all of us are a of tiny little storms
The good and evil in me wage a civil war
The missiles whistle through me then the rebel pistols
I shiver and the final slivers of my retreat my shriveled core
I can't imagine the I'll ever be happy before
Before,
We're sitting in a field in Gate Park off Fulton and 4th
And never felt less alone
Just a block from the home outgrown
Five and forty years to the right from where dad proposed
An above this casserole of stones, grass and mud
rusty needles, lost guitar picks, Indian tombs, and bones
Everything all at once
And the world is like a hubcap, and not just because of the drugs
We hugged and laid there in each others' arms all
when the sprinklers cried on us we didn't mind
We had the of our lives to be dry
So we until the edges of the sky turned light
I have stay until our hair turned white
The mosquitoes arrived to on time
Got at our expense, we didn't mind
We let them bite, we kept on and obliged
Say "bottoms up, you've only got til Tuesday so the ride!"
And I imagine that I would ever be unhappy again
And I whispered in your ear that this moment is already a
I just figured out my first tattoo was going to be of bug bites
Decided I'd commemorate their bloody drink by printing three on my ankle
and pink in permanent ink
The beautiful wounds that keep me, you and this moment forever linked
To remind me when I fail myself, when I fail everyone me
When I misfire and come tearing through walls
When the cocktail of humiliation and pain poisons my
And this of carnage, this mansion of garbage, this parking lot of carcasses
This heartbreak party drains the that remains
That I have been a part of something
To remind me of the pleasure your
The measure of your
The and fall of our fortunes and our chests
These spectacular triumphs and
even if that moment meant nothing to the universe,
It's the closest thing to God got
I'm so far from
So far been worth it