Luyện nghe bài hát Cannonball

I don't what was wrong
But I as strong
I've daisies hold cannonballs above them
But if this was a
I still that I've seen
Fields of hold cannonballs above them

I'm so far from
You still loved me when I so far 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 and count the freckles on the floor
All of us, all of us are a of tiny little storms
The and evil in me wage a bloody civil war
The missiles whistle through me then the rebel roar
I and the final slivers of my chivalry retreat my shriveled core
I imagine the I'll ever be happy like before
Before,
We're sitting in a field in Golden Park off Fulton and 4th
And I've never less alone
Just a from the home I've outgrown
Five feet and years to the right from where dad proposed
An inch above this casserole of stones, and mud
rusty needles, lost guitar picks, tombs, and dinosaur bones
Everything happened all at
And the is spinning like a hubcap, and not just because of the drugs
We hugged and laid there in each others' arms all
Even the sprinklers cried on us we didn't mind
We had the rest of our to be dry
So we stayed until the edges of the sky light
I would have stay until our hair white
The mosquitoes arrived to on time
Got drunk at our expense, we mind
We let them bite, we kept on and obliged
Say "bottoms up, only got til Tuesday so enjoy the ride!"
And I couldn't that I would ever be unhappy again
And I whispered in your ear that this is already a poem
That I figured out my first tattoo was going to be of bug bites
Decided I'd commemorate their bloody drink by printing circles on my ankle
Perfect and pink in ink
The beautiful wounds will keep me, you and this moment forever linked
To remind me I fail myself, when I fail everyone around me
When I misfire and tearing through your walls
When the of humiliation and pain poisons my veins
And this carnival of carnage, mansion of garbage, this parking lot of carcasses
heartbreak party drains the spirit that remains
That I have a part of something worthwhile
To me of the pleasure your pulse
The measure of breath
The rise and of our fortunes and our chests
These spectacular triumphs and
That if that moment meant nothing to the universe,
It's the thing to God I've got
I'm so far perfect
So far been worth it