Luyện nghe bài hát Gifts

Wake up, coughing, tired, with my in my hands,
staring at the as the sunlight demands action.
All the energy it takes to these bedroom blinds.
Wrote this sadness on a bathroom wall,
spent half the span of some lost rise and fall,
but I'm as clueless as a drooling four old.
Still hoping I might find the capacity to let you know I know lonely.
So here's the call for regrets,
a final slow through the days that we all hold on to.
the promises I've made, tied too tight to undo.
An gift from me to you.
All the insane on the 18 North Main,
reaching for a small-town downtown, rain,
I could say could be worth saying anyway today.
Like "Hey, whatever happened to what's guys' name?",
we get a little older and it looks the askance.
Excuse my sense of humor.
Still hoping I might find the capacity to let you that we're all lonely.
So the last call for regrets,
a slow dance through the days that we all hold on to.
the promises I've made; a razor blade and this broken piece of chain.
A left to rust out in the rain.