Luyện nghe bài hát Gifts

Wake up, coughing, tired, my face in my hands,
at the window as the sunlight demands action.
All the energy it to close these bedroom blinds.
Wrote this selfish on a bathroom wall,
spent half the span of some culture's rise and fall,
but I'm as clueless as a drooling four old.
Still hoping I find the capacity to let you know I know you're lonely.
So the last call for regrets,
a slow dance through the days that we all hold on to.
Here's the I've made, tied too tight to undo.
An gift from me to you.
All the insane on the 18 North Main,
for a small-town downtown, night rain,
nothing I could say could be worth anyway today.
Like "Hey, whatever happened to what's guys' name?",
we get a little and it looks the same: askance.
Excuse my failing of humor.
Still hoping I might find the capacity to let you that we're all lonely.
So here's the last for regrets,
a final slow 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.