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 close these 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 I've made, tied too tight to undo.
An gift from me to you.
All the slightly insane on the 18 Main,
reaching for a downtown, night rain,
nothing I could say could be saying anyway today.
Like "Hey, whatever happened to what's guys' name?",
we get a little older and it looks the askance.
my failing sense 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 dance through the that we all hold on to.
Here's the promises I've a razor blade and this broken piece of chain.
A history to rust out in the rain.