Luyện nghe bài hát For Real

from East Asheville
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- (by Bob Franke)

Death took the husband of a of mine
On a highway with a at the wheel
She told me keep your clean off the laundry he left
And don't tell me you know how I
She had a tape that he'd sent her from a Inn
That she played much in the day
But when I heard him say I love you through the at night
I stayed the hell away

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

My never put his parachute on
In the back in World War II
He said he'd rather go down in flame
Than get in that endless blue
Well some of blue got into my eyes
And we never fighting that war
I first understood about endlessness
And I loved him like 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 ever make it go away
Now there's too much darkness in an night
To be ashamed of the way we
be kind to each other
Not but for real

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

For the hole in the middle of a pretty life
I only face it 'cause it's here to
Not my father nor my mother nor my daughter nor my
Nor the highway it go away
But now too much darkness in an endless night
to be of the way I feel
I'll be kind to my loved
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 some say annoyed
But if god felt a hammer in the of his hand
Then god the way we feel
And then love forever
Forever and for

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Bob Franke, all rights