Luyện nghe bài hát Epitaph

Starry eyed explorer found another flag to
In the form of pills to conquer her America.
One straight to the a tight grasp towards her pocket:
An archetype for innocence diamond eye sockets.
No interested in soft words or sonnets,
Only cares about the war she's and when she'll find her coffin.
Will any words be etched in the granite to whisper her
A legend in her own utilizing Athena's jealousy.
It's sad to see the day when the sky falls this:
Clouds to avoid the crash but the comets will not miss.
In the crater we will a body if we're lucky
Label her a misfit and another junkie.
But I can see better, past black and shades
Into the gray in which her mind lays
I don't I can save her, but I hope that I'm led to
That little lonely girl just to be rescued

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

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

You're having dreams now, so progress to attempt
The road to is plagued with hurdles and missteps.
I am here to catch you if you start to trip
And help guide arrow towards all the targets that you've missed.
You can ask for anything, I'll do I can
So be hesitant if you need a helping hand.

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

The was silent, sky was overcast
Cast over cloudy hearts and a less than past.
shivers down our backs as wind whipped our spine
Standing shoulder to shoulder in a large line.
Preacher words from a bible, every one read
If God loves all his children then you been adopted
Placed in a foster home self esteem depleted,
Practically given up at birth, now I that you can see that
The mistakes that they made were much than monumental
You are living proof that life always gentle...
But you have own touch have so much left to give
So many things to say and so more life to live
We the body so nobody could see
The of what once was and who you used to be
And all you did was as we made our way home
To I survived on your empty headstone.