Luyện nghe bài hát Epitaph

Starry eyed explorer found another to drop
In the form of loose to conquer her America.
One straight to the head; a grasp towards her pocket:
An archetype for with diamond eye sockets.
No interested in soft words or sonnets,
Only cares about the war she's lost and when find her coffin.
any words be etched in the granite to whisper her legacy?
A in her own terms utilizing 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 we will find a body if we're lucky
Label her a misfit and another junkie.
But I can see better, past and white shades
Into the gray area in which her lays
I don't think I can save her, but I that I'm led to
That little lonely girl just to be rescued

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

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

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

You don't to go through this yourself,
all got to do is ask for help

The was silent, sky was overcast
Cast over hearts and a less than sunny past.
Sent shivers down our backs as wind whipped our
Standing to shoulder in a large circular line.
said words from a bible, every one read
If God loves all his children then you have been
Placed in a home your self esteem depleted,
Practically given up at birth, now I hope you can see that
The that they made were much more than monumental
You are living proof that isn't always gentle...
But you have your own touch have so much left to
So many things to say and so more life to live
We buried the body so could see
The shell of what once was and who you to be
And all you did was as we made our way home
To scribble I survived on empty headstone.