Luyện nghe bài hát Heaven, or Whatever

"You can't do whatever"
The stumbled out of you
Like a drunk a bar looking for a fresh new last call
You not a man of words
But did your to offer advice
You offered me "You can't do whatever"
And I know you meant
You meant that whatever I choose to do, I must not be
I must not simply this globe 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 I can't just do whatever,
Better to swim

"You can't do whatever"

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

I was so scared to you,
"I have one"
But you nodded head,
as if confirming a that school
had me of a belief in some stories
You said "you don't to beleive what I believe, its enough to be good.
Be good"
I will.
I will think your heaven
Your heaven would be the same haircut,
It would be a stick a dog and some
A lawn that always needs
A of pills in those short bottles and your real teeth back
Because your dentures could never master bottle opening trick you loved to do
The time you tried it with dentures I had nightmares for a month
Because I though your mouth had off
heaven, would be Austria before the war
And Canada you met grandma
It would be head cheese sandwiches and blood
Other deli meats that would ensure you would never ever have to entertain dinner
And I never be in danger of having my lunch stolen
heaven,
would be a stash of
Problems that you could fix your hands
I remember you tried to fix everything your hands
I remember the days
I the bandages
They looked like tiny blankets, as if your knuckles had all off to bed
Walls that looked like said 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 of gunpowder and singed plastic
You had some 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 it was still there
You didn't laugh, didn't always smile
You did keep a ledger of what you called your "send flowers list"
I remember it was a thank you to those who got you good
But learned the truth after my grandmother added a layer of sand to your sandwiches
Because you refused to 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 asked "Because you her so much?"
And you "Because I'm gonna kill her"
Of you didn't
version of kill meant two months before winter,
Having a seamstress in each of her coats a few inches
So on the day she need one
She with the sudden tightness
And you stood there smiling then "Honey, I love you no matter how big you get"
She did not
And managed to staple smile back into a straight face
When she told all of your friends at work you had to move into the spare room
Because you stop farting at night
You often asked me "If I had a heaven, would it be like?"
And I told you that for such a small word, if, is too big to wrap my belief around
I would not bend to the
But wish now I would've
if it was just to ease your mind in the belief
That I could be to that other place you believed in
I would you now how my heaven is here
It was here, in the gentle warfare of your relationship with
Where volleys traded back and forth
Like hockey cards between children who didn't what the stats meant
My heaven would have been someone in grade five finally willing to trade me their roll up
For my tin of
My hell was "why?" Why would you give 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, sneak attack, nap sack and coat hijacks
You did your best to seal up the in my armour and made my heaven here
I would have loved to have made you more
To make send flowers list just once
So I you now my if
If there is a
Mine would have a post
And I could send letters to
The first letter would
"Hell's not so bad, pretty much let you do whatever"