Luyện nghe bài hát For Real

from Asheville Hardware
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- (by Bob Franke)

Death the husband of a neighbor of mine
On a highway with a drunk at the
She told me keep your clean hands off the he left
And don't me you know how I feel
She had a that he'd sent her from a Holiday Inn
That she played much in the day
But when I him say I love you through the window at night
I just stayed the hell

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

My never put his parachute on
In the pacific in World War II
He said he'd rather go in familiar flame
Than get lost in that endless
Well some of that blue got into my
And we never 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 and the prophets say
Not your father nor your mother nor your lover's gonna make it go away
Now there's too much in an endless night
To be of the way we feel
be kind to each other
Not forever but for

Lucky my daughter got her nose
And a little of her father's eyes
And we've got just enough
That when the takes me
It me by surprise
And I remember that from my highway days
I never could give it a name
And it's lucky that I discovered in the nick of
the woman and the child aren't to blame

For the hole in the middle of a good life
I only face it it's here to stay
Not my father nor my mother nor my nor my lover
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 kind to my loved
Not but for real

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

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Bob Franke, all rights