Luyện nghe bài hát Heaven, or Whatever

"You just do whatever"
The words out of you
Like a leaving a bar looking for a fresh new last call
You were not a man of
But did your best to advice
You offered me "You just do whatever"
And I what you meant
You meant that I choose to do, I must not be aimless
I must not simply spin this globe and go 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,
Better to swim

"You can't do whatever"

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

I was so to tell you,
"I have one"
But you your head,
as if confirming a that school
had robbed me of a belief in some
You said "you have to beleive what I believe, its enough to be good.
Be good"
I will.
I will think about heaven
heaven would be the same haircut, forever
It would be a stick a dog and some
A that always needs mowing
A six-pack of pills in those short bottles and your real back
Because your dentures could never master that bottle opening you loved to do
The first time you it with dentures I had nightmares for a month
Because I though your mouth had off
Your heaven, would be before the war
And after you met grandma
It would be head cheese and blood sausages
Other deli meats that would 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 to fix everything with your hands
I the difficult days
I the bandages
They looked like tiny blankets, as if your had all gone off to bed
Walls that looked like said something to get under your skin
And where made to pay for it
I know you were an man
Finger tips like shotgun 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 of your chest and let the wind tickle your heart
Just enough to let you know it was there
You always laugh, didn't always smile
You did keep a ledger of what you called your "send flowers list"
I thinking it was a thank you to those who got you good
But learned the truth after my grandmother added a thin layer of sand to your
Because you refused to make own lunch for work
You told me about it when you picked me up from school day
You said "Grandma just made the send list"
And I asked "Because you her so much?"
And you said "Because I'm gonna her"
Of you didn't
Your version of kill meant two before winter,
Having a seamstress take in each of her 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 your smile back into a straight face
When she told all of your friends at work that you had to move into the room
Because you stop farting at night
You often me "If I had a heaven, what would 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 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 tell you now how my heaven is
It was here, in the gentle warfare of your with Grandma
Where volleys were traded back and
Like hockey between children 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 wondering "why?" Why you give me sardines for lunch
My heaven would you laugh
Cause I get the feeling you didn't get to do that much
Through my hell, the night terrors and bloody noses
Through the eyes black, bruised back, sneak attack, nap and winter coat hijacks
You did your best to seal up the cracks in my armour and made my heaven
I would have to have made you laugh more
To make send flowers list just once
So I you now my if
If is a heaven
Mine have a post office
And I send letters to yours
The letter would read
"Hell's not so bad, they pretty let you do whatever"