Luyện nghe bài hát Heaven, or Whatever

"You just do whatever"
The stumbled out of you
Like a drunk leaving a bar looking for a fresh new call
You were not a man of
But did your best to advice
You offered me "You can't do whatever"
And I what you meant
You that whatever I choose to do, I must not be aimless
I must not simply spin this and go wherever I stick my finger
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,
Better to swim

"You can't do whatever"

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

I was so scared to you,
"I don't one"
But you nodded head,
as if confirming a suspicion school
had me of a belief in some stories
You "you don't have to beleive what I believe, its enough to be good.
Be good"
I will.
I will think about your
Your heaven be the same haircut, forever
It would be a stick a dog and some
A lawn that always needs
A six-pack of pills in those short and your real teeth back
Because your dentures could never master that bottle opening trick you to do
The first time you tried it with dentures I had nightmares for a
Because I though mouth had fallen off
Your heaven, would be Austria the war
And after you met grandma
It be head cheese sandwiches and blood sausages
Other meats that would ensure you would never ever have to entertain dinner guests
And I would never be in danger of my lunch stolen
heaven,
would be a stash of
Problems that you could fix with hands
I you tried to fix everything with your hands
I remember the days
I the bandages
They looked like blankets, as if your knuckles had all gone off to bed
Walls that looked like said something to get under your skin
And where suddenly to pay for it
I know you an angry man
Finger tips like spent shells, bleeding smoke cocktails of gunpowder 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 walls of your chest and let the tickle your heart
Just enough to let you know it was there
You didn't always laugh, always smile
You did keep a mental ledger of what you called "send flowers list"
I remember thinking it was a thank you to those who got you
But learned the after my grandmother added a thin layer of sand to your sandwiches
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 "Because you love her so much?"
And you said "Because I'm gonna her"
Of course you
version of kill meant two months before winter,
Having a seamstress take in of her coats a few inches
So on the first day she one
She with the sudden tightness
And you stood there smiling said "Honey, I love you no matter how big you get"
She did not
And managed to staple your back 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 at night
You often asked me "If I had a heaven, what it be like?"
And I told you that for such a small word, if, is just too big to my belief around
I not bend to the hypothetical
But now that I would've
Even if it was just to your mind in the belief
I could be headed to that other place you believed in
I would tell you now how my is here
It was here, in the warfare of your relationship with Grandma
volleys were traded back and forth
Like hockey cards between who didn't care what the stats meant
My heaven would have been someone in grade five finally willing to trade me their fruit up
For my tin of
My hell was "why?" Why would you give me sardines for lunch
My heaven make you laugh
Cause I get the you didn't get to do that very much
Through my hell, the night terrors and bloody noses
Through the eyes black, bruised back, sneak attack, nap sack and coat hijacks
You did your best to seal up the cracks in my armour and made my 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
Mine have a post office
And I send letters to yours
The first letter read
"Hell's not so bad, they pretty let you do whatever"