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 fresh new last
You were not a man of
But did your best to advice
You offered me "You can't do whatever"
And I know what you
You meant that 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 time I end up in the ocean
And if I do end up in the ocean I can't do whatever,
Better learn to

"You just do whatever"

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

I was so to tell you,
"I don't one"
But you nodded head,
as if a suspicion that school
had robbed me of a in some stories
You said "you don't have to what I believe, its enough 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 some
A lawn that always needs
A six-pack of pills in short bottles and your real teeth back
Because dentures could never master that bottle opening trick you loved to do
The first time you tried it with dentures I had nightmares for a
Because I though your mouth had off
heaven, would be Austria before the war
And Canada you met grandma
It would be head sandwiches and blood sausages
Other deli meats that would ensure you would never ever to entertain dinner guests
And I would never be in of having my lunch stolen
heaven,
would be a stash of
Problems you could fix with your hands
I you tried to fix everything with your hands
I remember the days
I remember the
They looked like tiny blankets, as if your knuckles had all off to bed
Walls that like they'd said something to get under your skin
And where suddenly to pay for it
I know you an angry man
Finger like spent shotgun shells, bleeding smoke cocktails 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
enough to let you know it was still there
You didn't always laugh, didn't smile
You did keep a mental ledger of what you your "send flowers list"
I remember thinking it was a thank you to who got you good
But learned the after my grandmother added a thin layer of sand to your sandwiches
Because you refused to make your own lunch for
You told me about it when you picked me up school that day
You said "Grandma just made the send list"
And I "Because you love her so much?"
And you said "Because I'm gonna her"
Of you didn't
Your of kill meant two months before winter,
a seamstress take in each of her coats a few inches
So on the first day she one
She fumbled with the tightness
And you there smiling 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
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 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 wrap my belief
I not bend to the hypothetical
But wish now I would've
if it was just to ease your mind in the belief
That I be headed to that other place you believed in
I would tell you now how my heaven is
It was here, in the gentle warfare of your relationship Grandma
volleys were traded back and forth
Like hockey cards between children who didn't care the stats meant
My heaven would have been someone in grade finally willing to trade me their fruit roll up
For my tin of
My hell was wondering "why?" Why would you give me for lunch
My would make you laugh
Cause I get the feeling you didn't get to do that much
my hell, through 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 heaven
I have loved to have made you laugh more
To your send flowers list just once
So I you now my if
If there is a
would have a post office
And I could letters to yours
The first letter read
"Hell's not so bad, they pretty let you do whatever"