Luyện nghe bài hát Heaven, or Whatever

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

"You can't do whatever"

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

I was so scared to you,
"I have one"
But you your head,
as if a suspicion that school
had robbed me of a belief in some
You said "you don't have to beleive what I believe, its to be good.
Be good"
I will.
I will think about heaven
Your heaven would be the same haircut,
It would be a stick a dog and distance
A lawn that needs mowing
A six-pack of in those short bottles and your real teeth back
Because your dentures never master that bottle opening trick you loved to do
The first time you tried it with I had nightmares for a month
Because I though mouth had fallen off
Your heaven, would be before the war
And after you met grandma
It would be head 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 you could fix with your hands
I remember you tried to fix everything your hands
I the difficult days
I the bandages
They looked like tiny blankets, as if knuckles had all gone off to bed
Walls looked like they'd said something to get under your skin
And where suddenly to pay for it
I you were an angry man
Finger tips like spent shotgun shells, bleeding 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 would crack open the walls of chest and let the wind tickle your heart
Just enough to let you it was still there
You didn't always laugh, always smile
You did keep a ledger of what you called your "send flowers list"
I remember thinking it was a you to those who got you good
But learned the truth my grandmother added a thin layer of sand to your sandwiches
Because you to make your own lunch for work
You told me about it you picked 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 you didn't
Your version of kill meant two months winter,
Having a seamstress take in each of her a few inches
So on the first day she one
She fumbled with the 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 smile back into a face
she told all of your friends at work that you had to move into the spare room
Because you couldn't farting at night
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 bend to the
But wish now I would've
Even if it was to ease your mind in the belief
I could be headed to that other place you believed in
I would you now how my heaven is here
It was here, in the gentle warfare of relationship with Grandma
Where volleys were traded and forth
hockey cards between children who didn't care what the stats meant
My heaven have been someone in grade five finally willing to trade me their fruit roll up
For my tin of
My hell was wondering "why?" Why you give me sardines for lunch
My would make you laugh
Cause I get the you didn't get to do that very much
Through my hell, through the terrors and bloody noses
Through the eyes black, bruised back, sneak attack, nap sack and winter hijacks
You did best to seal up the cracks in my armour and made my heaven here
I would 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 have a post
And I send letters to yours
The letter would read
"Hell's not so bad, they pretty let you do whatever"