Luyện nghe bài hát For Mayor in Splitsville

Funny what you think of a collapse
lying in the dirt the first thing that comes back is never quite what you'd have guessed
And if you could have, you probably would've said you'd check if all limbs were intact still and
try to get out

We played house with the neighbors in their
Sister made me husband she was so I did her bidding
I remember once their dad came in said, "You think is bad?
You know the half." And he laughed.

It's funny what things back
The first you see

How he sort of smiled like it's a joke but he was lying
There was something else inside of his
All those people tell to little children
Are warnings that they give
Like, "Look, I'm unhappy. Please make the same mistake as me."

Why are those old worn out jokes on married life told at toasts at still?
How does it occur how often couples get burned and end uncertain in Splitsville?

Funny what you think of in the wreckage, lying in the dirt and the dust and the glass
How suddenly somewhere, in the desert, in the nighttime, and it's getting close to Christmas
And then her and that movie she uses when she reads,
"Welcome to the Land of Enchantment" from a highway
And it's late so you take the next

When that trip ended we came back the was due I was jobless
I guess in retrospect I should've sensed
Then that day, how you said, "I don't know" and I promised
We'd things to fix the mess I'd made here

But I guess in the end we just moved furniture 3X

But I guess in the end it sort of feels like every day it's harder to happy where you are
There are all these ways to look through the fence into your neighbor's
Why even risk it? It's to stay distant
When it's so hard now to just be
Because there's always something

Now I'm proposing my own toast, my own joke for those married men
Maybe I'm miserable, I'd rather run for mayor in Splitsville suffer your jokes again