Luyện nghe bài hát I Just SighedI Just Sighed, Just So You Know

and foremost,
Let it be said,
I am writing at 7: 10am,
On the dry tarmac of a vacant forecourt.
Astronomically speaking the first day of Autumn,
But the sun is hanging like summer's hungover.
They'll knock the down and build flats where I sit.
The traffic's so persistent it registers and it smells like a mix between petrol and dog shit.

Just let me be the one keeps track of the moles on your back.
I sighed,
The replied:
"Let pass you by".

Sometimes just enough to know I keep him on his toes.
Is he as sympathetic as me to the untimely of your synthetic clothes?
I've displayed marriage proposals on the Jumbotrons of ballgames not been at,
I've written eulogies in guestbooks at galleries in the hope you might pass.

Just let me be the one that keeps track of the moles on back.
I sighed,
The replied:
"Let pass you by".

and barefoot,
Chats to me at the door.
He;
Boyfriend,
a saint, becoming a martyr.
Me;
Rolling,
on the floor,
Stared daggers pulled from my wall.
I hold sea shells to my ears I'm pretty sure I can hear you.

He gave a gift of the Faber of love poems,
Annotated the ones he thought the most.
Not gonna win you with prose;
If anyone know,
Then I should know.
Girl,
There be the reason you let it slip,
Went to the point of the message.
Six months of catherine wheels,
Kissing carnivores to you seem less of a deal.

Just let me be the one that keeps of the moles on your back.
I sighed,
The universe
"Let this you by".

I promise after this I will up the phone book and choose the name that my eyes fall upon on their first look.
Aim all of my poorly declarations there in the future.
I'm so sorry to put you through a lifetime of dedications that you never desired.

...But this one bludgeons me over the head...
I'm a bit drunk and I mean just a little bit,
No in denial,
rather coquettish.
I'm fifteen years old and my only son,
Like I survived a girls' school education.
Even prettier now that grown your hair long,
I'm a slip of a man I cut mine all off.

just let me be the one to keep track of the freckles and the moles on your back.