Luyện nghe bài hát For Real

from Asheville Hardware
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- (by Bob Franke)

Death took the of a neighbor of mine
On a highway a drunk at the wheel
She told me keep your clean hands off the laundry he
And don't me you know how I feel
She had a that he'd sent her from a Holiday Inn
That she never much in the day
But when I heard him say I love you through the window at
I just stayed the hell

There's a hole in the in the middle of the prettiest life
So the lawyers and the say
Not your father nor your nor your lover's ever gonna make it go away
Now there's too much darkness in an night
To be of the way we feel
Let's be to each other
Not but for real

My father put his parachute on
In the pacific in World War II
He said he'd rather go in familiar flame
Than get lost in endless blue
Well some of that blue got into my
And we never stopped fighting war
I first understood about endlessness
And I him like never before

There's a hole in the middle in the of the prettiest life
So the and the prophets say
Not your father nor your mother nor your lover's ever gonna it go away
Now too much darkness in an endless night
To be of the way we feel
Let's be kind to each
Not but for real

Lucky my daughter got her nose
And just a of her father's eyes
And got just enough love
That when the longing me
It me by surprise
And I remember longing from my highway days
When I could give it a name
And it's lucky I discovered in the nick of time
That the woman and the child to blame

For the hole in the middle of a pretty good
I only face it 'cause here to stay
Not my father nor my mother nor my daughter nor my
Nor the made it go away
But now there's too darkness in an endless night
to be afraid of the way I
I'll be to my loved ones
Not but for real

say god is a lover, some say it's an endless void
And some say both, and some say angry
And say just annoyed
But if god felt a hammer in the of his hand
god knows the way we feel
And then love forever
Forever and for

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Bob Franke, all rights