Luyện nghe bài hát For Real

from East Hardware
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- (by Bob Franke)

Death took the husband of a neighbor of
On a with a drunk at the wheel
She told me keep your clean hands off the he left
And don't me you know how I feel
She had a tape that sent her from a Holiday Inn
she never played much in the day
But when I heard him say I you through the window at night
I just the hell away

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

My father put his parachute on
In the back in World War II
He said he'd rather go down in familiar
Than get in that endless blue
Well some of that blue got my eyes
And we stopped fighting that war
Until I first understood endlessness
And I loved him never before

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

Lucky my got her mother's nose
And a little of her father's eyes
And we've got enough love
That the longing takes me
It me by surprise
And I remember that longing from my days
When I never could it a name
And it's that I discovered in the nick of time
That the woman and the child aren't to

For the hole in the middle of a pretty good
I only face it 'cause it's here to
Not my nor my mother nor my daughter nor my lover
Nor the highway made it go
But now there's too much in an endless night
to be of the way I feel
I'll be to my loved ones
Not forever but for

Some say god is a lover, some say it's an void
And say both, and some say she's angry
And say just annoyed
But if god a hammer in the palm of his hand
Then god knows the way we
And then love lasts
and for real

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Bob Franke, all rights