Luyện nghe bài hát Heaven, or Whatever

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

"You just do whatever"

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

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