Luyện nghe bài hát Eggshells

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

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

And she used to on these gracefully
But now they crunch her feet
I guess she must be
just no way to keep it neat

And her father still like a soldier
Returning victory
But now she's older
And that isn't as scary as it used to be

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

And she used to walk on these
But now they crunch her feet
And I she must 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 the streets of the trash and the homeless
And raisin' the rent and breakin' the

And I used to on these gracefully
But now they beneath my feet
And I guess I be changin'
There's just no way to keep it

I used to walk on gracefully
I guess I be changin'