Luyện nghe bài hát Half Harvest

I don't care that you won't quit this
of the carnival
but what the hell is in your
made you so dull?
So I cannot make a blind sawdust
less a cool millennium, but I'd
much feel the heat of August
than be sheltered and
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 is slowly crumbling
from here to Wilshire
but the rubble over you are stumbling
isn't that hard
What did you do all that grace, now?
did you do with all my wine?
what makes you think that just 'cause you dress
it means you shine?
So move out of your bed of now
I'm in a bed of nails
when this whole production closes
this fails
(and weren't we to)
SHINE...like harvest never shone
SHINE...like half never known.