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
that's you so dull?
So I cannot a blind from sawdust
much less a millennium, but I'd
much rather feel the heat of
than be and numb
So move out of bed of roses, now
I'm in a bed of nails,
'cause missiles, guns and hoses
will land me in
This is slowly crumbling
from here to Wilshire
but the rubble which you are stumbling
just isn't that
did you do with all that grace, now?
what did you do with all my
what makes you think that 'cause you dress bright
it that you shine?
So move out of bed of roses now
I'm in a bed of nails
'cause when whole production closes
this innocence
(and weren't we to)
SHINE...like half harvest never
SHINE...like half never known.