Luyện nghe bài hát Eggshells

She sleeps the windows open
Yet she's locked safe inside
And to block out the sounds of the city's
She her fan up on high

Yea, she lives just far enough from home
To see the whole
And down the street, the kids throw sticks and
And end up on the the TV
Yea, they throw their sticks and
And end up on the TV

And she used to walk on gracefully
But now crunch beneath her feet
I guess she must be
There's just no way to it neat

And her father barks like a soldier
Returning from
But now she's older
And that bark isn't as as it used to be

Yea, she watches his self
No one left to but himself
But her memory scorches her
And she to love herself
Her scorches her
And she struggles to herself

And she to walk on these gracefully
But now they crunch her feet
And I guess she be changin'
She was too good at stayin' in her seat

And this town grows and restless
for what, I ain't sure
But they're sweepin' the streets of the and the homeless
And the rent and breakin' the poor

And I used to walk on these
But now they beneath my feet
And I guess I must be
There's no way to keep it neat

I used to walk on gracefully
I guess I must be