Luyện nghe bài hát Her

o, sometimes, i don't think i'll be
sure: coming from who-knows-where,
locked-up, downstairs. do you
what you were of?

"well maybe."

call out to nothing in the of watching
her wine from a camping cup on
some missing night. but, did
ever it up?

"when was i who you let inside
and held-on, too?"

(and somewhere)

a note, just the door, is hoping
something is still it was:

'i to dance and
it up. once i
land, won't you
of me: i just can't
move. i see
i never
i'd wander
i'll be.'