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 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 to let you know I know you're lonely.
So the last call for regrets,
a final slow dance through the days we all hold on to.
Here's the promises I've made, tied too to undo.
An unwrapped gift me to you.
All the insane on the 18 North Main,
reaching for a downtown, night rain,
nothing I could say could be worth anyway today.
Like "Hey, whatever happened to what's that name?",
we get a older and it looks the same: askance.
Excuse my sense of humor.
Still I might find the capacity to let you know that we're all lonely.
So here's the last for regrets,
a final slow dance the days that we all hold on to.
Here's the promises I've a razor blade and this broken piece of chain.
A history left to out in the rain.