Luyện nghe bài hát Her Palms Were Read

Everyday I wake to find the device written on my spine.
But with rack torture, I turn the wheel and my peace of mind.

I have dreams when I'm asleep, black and velvety.
I can remember dreams.
I wish I could things, I can't remember anything.

Secrets the size of cemetery walls- some days I get outside at all.
We are what we and I am my word and you are nothing at all.

If I could count the ways I you, am I just wasting all of my time?
All of the I keep turn evergreen
as I wait for you, the world pass me by.

I found you sitting lotus starry-skies
painted eyes on palms red as Hester Prynne.
I watched you cut your short and the bobby-pins beneath my twin accrue.

It used to be fun. It to be kind.
I'm in ill-fit shedded skin and I can't remember anything.

All young love on in all of the sad songs,
kitchen-hymns, your throat's raw
I am set adrift.
I've grown disinterested in kiss.
The antithesis of is waiting.
Like all of the pictures of the people you
That hang impatiently in place of the ones we see in every
That came like the rain, and left daylight over Magpies.

[We were wasting our time spent patient and wasted.]