Luyện nghe bài hát Concrete

November in a rainstorm, the truest truth I heard
The sound of babies crying in a ward
Oh, like a bed of rushes, they spread love out on the concrete
Names, and dates, and faces I really can't remember

We could tell the difference between one year and another
Sun like pouring whiskey, snow like skins of lovers
And, I grew up with magic; free and as bindweed
Pushing for the boundary, through the edges of the concrete

I'm the girl that bought a cross the Rubicon
And I'm not sure that I know where I'm coming from

tango when I was just fourteen
I could hear Astaire and Rogers tap way across the screen
Oh, bullied and belittled, until the sun set in the
I my sister's black skirt, all dressed up for Halloween

We could hardly the difference between the shouting and the quiet
It was the path of resistance to stage my own private riot
And the walls tumbled like Babel, around my feet
came in deliverance rising through the wreckage and the concrete

I'm the girl that bought a round-trip cross the
I'm not sure that even I where I'm coming from

For a girl who loves her words, yeah, she loves her silence
a better example of what hearts and tongues are for
There is truth in your arm's love, there is truth in this
There is truth in the and the nails that our lives are built upon