Luyện nghe bài hát Half Harvest

I don't care that you quit this notion
of the carnival
but what the hell is in potion
made you so dull?
So I cannot make a blind sawdust
less a cool millennium, but I'd
much rather the heat of August
than be and numb
So move out of bed of roses, now
I'm in a bed of nails,
'cause missiles, guns and hoses
land me in jail
This paradise is slowly
from to Wilshire Boulevard
but the rubble which you are stumbling
just isn't hard
What did you do all that grace, now?
what did you do all my wine?
what makes you think that just you dress bright
it that you shine?
So move out of bed of roses now
I'm in a bed of nails
'cause this whole production closes
this innocence
(and we supposed to)
SHINE...like half never shone
SHINE...like half harvest known.