Luyện nghe bài hát Epitaph

Starry eyed explorer another flag to drop
In the form of loose to conquer her America.
One to the head; a tight grasp towards her pocket:
An archetype for innocence diamond eye sockets.
No longer interested in words or sonnets,
Only cares the war she's lost and when she'll find her coffin.
Will any be etched in the granite to whisper her legacy?
A legend in her own terms utilizing jealousy.
It's sad to see the day when the sky falls this:
Clouds retreat to avoid the crash but the will not miss.
In the we will find a body if we're lucky
Label her a misfit and helpless junkie.
But I can see better, past black and white
Into the gray 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 have to go through this yourself,
All got to do is ask for help.

This fairy's broken wings flap like they used to,
Writing diaries in angels' but the meanings 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 page is full and there's so much to write.
the meaning of her story on her skin and swears that she's alright.
It makes me see the in a completely different light,
I to see you hurt yourself but whatever helps you sleep at night..
It's scary all the places that you've been
When rings aren't the only things that are your skin...

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

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

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