Luyện nghe bài hát Epitaph

Starry eyed explorer found another to drop
In the form of pills to conquer her America.
One straight to the a tight grasp towards her pocket:
An archetype for innocence with eye sockets.
No longer in soft words or sonnets,
Only cares the war she's lost and when she'll find her coffin.
Will any words be in the granite to whisper her legacy?
A legend in her own terms Athena's jealousy.
It's sad to see the day when the sky like this:
retreat to avoid the crash but the comets will not miss.
In the crater we will find a if we're lucky
Label her a misfit and helpless junkie.
But I can see better, past black and white
Into the area in which her mind lays
I think I can save her, but I hope that I'm led to
little lonely girl just begging to be rescued

You don't have to go through yourself,
All got to do is ask for help.

fairy's broken wings don't flap like they used to,
Writing diaries in angels' dust but the misconstrued.
And after her pen bled all the ink that she use
She starting using her own blood to write the that she knew.
Now the is full and there's so much left to write.
Carves the meaning of her story on her skin and swears she's alright.
It me see the world in a completely different light,
I hate to see you hurt but whatever helps you sleep at night..
scary asking all the places that you've been
When aren't the only things that are piercing your skin...

You're having dreams now, so progress to attempt
The to recovery is plagued with hurdles and missteps.
I am here to you if you ever start to trip
And guide your arrow towards all the targets that you've missed.
You can ask for anything, do what I can
So don't be hesitant if you need a hand.

You don't have to go through yourself,
all you've got to do is ask for

The was silent, sky was overcast
Cast cloudy hearts and a less than sunny past.
Sent shivers our backs as wind whipped our spine
Standing shoulder to shoulder in a large line.
Preacher said words a bible, every one read
If God loves all his then you have been adopted
Placed in a home your self esteem depleted,
Practically given up at birth, now I that you can see that
The mistakes that they made were much more than
You are living that life isn't always gentle...
But you have your own touch have so much left to
So many things to say and so much more life to
We buried the body so nobody see
The shell of what once was and who you to be
And all you did was smile as we made our way
To scribble I survived on empty headstone.