Luyện nghe bài hát Dying In New Brunswick

You told me on your birthday all the things that this place had to you.
And in the you walk.
You hide your face because don't believe that it's true.
say it doesn't happen that often.
But happening right now.

I'm writing you letter to let you know I'm not alright.
And in this the streets are paved with hate
And you cry yourself to tonight.
And say "no, there aren't enough songs in the sky."
You counted down the days till you say "Bye-bye, city, bye-bye"
You're walking down on
You see the roads and know apart of you.

They say it doesn't that often
But it's happening now.

I'm writing you a time.
To let you nothing here has changed.
The streets are still paved hate.
So you can cry to sleep tonight.

Will you look back on this
As the day that your life.
Will you look back on city streets and say,
"Oh, God, are you?"
In these streets I hide my face.
I turn away when you at me
And night when I try and sleep.
I your hands all over my body.

You stripped away the signs and shot out all the stop lights.
If you smashed away all the building what would you left?