Luyện nghe bài hát For Mayor in Splitsville

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

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

It's what things come back
The things you see

How he sort of smiled like it's only a joke but he was
There was something else inside of his
All those secrets people to little children
Are warnings they give them
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 never occur how often couples get burned and end uncertain in

Funny you think of in the wreckage, lying there 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 sign
And late so you take the next exit

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

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

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

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