Luyện nghe bài hát Gifts

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