Luyện nghe bài hát Gifts

Wake up, coughing, tired, with my in my hands,
staring at the as the sunlight demands action.
All the it takes to close these bedroom blinds.
Wrote this selfish on a bathroom wall,
spent half the of some lost culture's rise and fall,
but I'm as clueless as a drooling year old.
Still hoping I might find the to let you know I know you're lonely.
So here's the last for regrets,
a final slow dance through the days we all hold on to.
Here's the promises made, tied too tight to undo.
An unwrapped 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 saying anyway today.
"Hey, whatever happened to what's that guys' name?",
we get a little older and it the same: askance.
Excuse my failing of humor.
Still hoping I find the capacity to let you know that we're all lonely.
So here's the last for regrets,
a slow dance through the days that we all hold on to.
Here's the promises I've made; a razor blade and broken piece of chain.
A history to rust out in the rain.