Luyện nghe bài hát Heaven, or Whatever

"You can't do whatever"
The words out of you
Like a drunk leaving a bar looking for a fresh new last
You were not a man of
But did your best to advice
You offered me "You just do whatever"
And I know what you
You meant that I choose to do, I must not be aimless
I must not simply spin this globe and go wherever I stick my
Because 71% of the time I will end up in the
And if I do end up in the ocean I can't do whatever,
learn to swim

"You just do whatever"

The conversation came after you me about heaven
me that you thought heaven would be specific to each person
And that person would have their own version of it
Then asked me mine would be

I was so scared to you,
"I don't one"
But you your head,
as if a suspicion that school
had robbed me of a belief in stories
You "you don't have to beleive what I believe, its enough to be good.
Be good"
I will.
I think about your heaven
heaven would be the same haircut, forever
It be a stick a dog and some distance
A that always needs mowing
A of pills in those short bottles and your real teeth back
Because your dentures could never master that bottle opening you loved to do
The first you tried it with dentures I had nightmares for a month
Because I your mouth had fallen off
Your heaven, would be before the war
And after you met grandma
It would be head cheese and blood sausages
Other deli meats that would ensure you would ever have to entertain dinner guests
And I would never be in danger of having my stolen
heaven,
would be a of raisins
Problems that you fix with your hands
I you tried to fix everything with your hands
I remember the days
I remember the
They like tiny blankets, as if your knuckles had all gone off to bed
Walls that looked like they'd something to get under your skin
And suddenly made to pay for it
I know you were an man
Finger tips like spent shotgun shells, bleeding smoke cocktails of and singed plastic
You had what people would call, "a temper"
But you loved a joke,
if it was on you
Something that would crack open the of your chest and let the wind tickle your heart
Just enough to let you know it was still
You didn't always laugh, always smile
You did keep a mental ledger of you called your "send flowers list"
I remember thinking it was a thank you to those who got you
But learned the truth after my grandmother added a thin layer of sand to your
Because you refused to make own lunch for work
You told me about it you picked me up from school that day
You said "Grandma just made the flowers list"
And I "Because you love her so much?"
And you "Because I'm gonna kill her"
Of you didn't
Your version of kill two months before winter,
Having a take in each of her coats a few inches
So on the first day she one
She with the sudden tightness
And you stood there then said "Honey, I love you no matter how big you get"
She did not
And managed to staple your smile into a straight face
When she told all of friends at work that you had to move into the spare room
Because you couldn't stop farting at
You often me "If I had a heaven, what would it be like?"
And I told you that for such a word, if, is just too big to wrap my belief around
I would not to the hypothetical
But wish now I would've
if it was just to ease your mind in the belief
That I could be headed to that other you believed in
I would you now how my heaven is here
It was here, in the gentle warfare of your relationship Grandma
volleys were traded back and forth
Like cards between children who didn't care what the stats meant
My heaven would have been someone in grade five finally willing to trade me fruit roll up
For my tin of
My hell was wondering "why?" Why would you give me for lunch
My heaven would make you
Cause I get the feeling you get to do that very much
Through my hell, the night terrors and bloody noses
the eyes black, bruised back, sneak attack, nap sack and winter coat hijacks
You did best to seal up the cracks in my armour and made my heaven here
I have loved to have made you laugh more
To make your send flowers just once
So I you now my if
If is a heaven
Mine would a post office
And I could letters to yours
The first would read
"Hell's not so bad, they much let you do whatever"