Luyện nghe bài hát Her Palms Were Read

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

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

Secrets the size of cemetery walls- some days I can't get at all.
We are we eat- and I am my word and you are nothing at all.

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

I found you sitting lotus starry-skies
You'd painted on palms red as Hester Prynne.
I watched you cut hair 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 love lives on in all of the sad songs,
drunken kitchen-hymns, throat's raw
I am set adrift.
grown disinterested in every kiss.
The of wanting is waiting.
all of the pictures of the people you miss
That impatiently in place of the ones we see in every dream
That came like the rain, and like daylight over Magpies.

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