Luyện nghe bài hát Gifts

Wake up, coughing, tired, with my in my hands,
staring at the window as the 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 I know you're lonely.
So here's the call for regrets,
a final slow dance through the days we all hold on to.
Here's the promises I've made, too tight to undo.
An gift from me to you.
All the slightly insane on the 18 Main,
for a small-town downtown, night rain,
nothing I could say could be worth anyway today.
"Hey, whatever happened to what's that guys' name?",
we get a older and it looks the same: askance.
Excuse my failing of humor.
Still hoping I might find the to let you know that we're all lonely.
So the last call for regrets,
a final slow through the days that we all hold on to.
the promises I've made; a razor blade and this broken piece of chain.
A history left to out in the rain.