Luyện nghe bài hát Half Harvest

I don't care that you won't quit this
of burying the
but what the hell is in potion
that's made you so
So I make a blind from sawdust
much a cool millennium, but I'd
much rather the heat of August
than be sheltered and
So out of your bed of roses, now
I'm in a bed of nails,
'cause missiles, and rubber hoses
land me in jail
This paradise is crumbling
from here to Wilshire
but the rubble which you are stumbling
isn't that hard
What did you do with all that grace,
what did you do all my wine?
what makes you think that just 'cause you bright
it means that you
So move out of bed of roses now
I'm putting in a bed of
'cause this whole production closes
this fails
(and we supposed to)
SHINE...like half never shone
SHINE...like harvest never known.