Luyện nghe bài hát Epitaph

I'm blind and
The of this sound like a shape
The feast of words you never say
And I'm apart
In the sun, is red
The epitaph of an old record
The sweetness in the salt of her
And there's no

I knew a once
There were splinters from her
Unless you a god
With kindness in her
a dark one
With a knack for boys off a cliff
And the messy eyes of fits
And all found in a page

I need nothing than my problems
Just let me know when you've found
You've got mirth and I've got hands
Eyes fell and haven't up since

Dare me, me
Oh

I a place out beyond these pines
Where the sky falls down with the cumulus
A song for a January type
I could my heart
I could my eyes
The is an organ
And the meadow is a
For a strange
That is a curse
I'm a writer
I'm an fool
I'm a excuse for poetry
Trying to it cool
I'm just trying to it cool

I nothing more than my problems
let me know when you've found them
You've got tact and I've got
I'm a ghost and you are a

I need more than my problems
Just let me know when you've found
You've got mirth and I've got hands
Eyes and haven't come up since

Dare me, me
Oh,