Luyện nghe bài hát If Not For My Glasses

A postcard of apple cores on spit strained floors
I spent an evening getting practice looking
And there's a leaf on the sill but it won't be there
Just some memory that I made it never goes the way I planned it to
tell it like you want all parts appeal and none that don't
I love your face the way it moves your mouth your eyelid brooms
And I'm feeling that apprehension
You're taking pictures of me as I fall the stairs
And it seems so if not for my glasses and hair
You say I'm your white cast kid, I was born for your
Why you gotta me now, why, why now?
So I opened up the door I know now you're for
But not who you are
So who, who, me who
And then you leaned into me and rather softly
"Your don't fit the branch"
It never goes the way I planned it to
I'll tell it like you want all parts and none that won't
Like worthless words that you spit out, the foaming of your mouth
I'm always listening; I go through a dumpster of speech
You're taking pictures of me as I down the stairs
It seems so awful but this never happened who
I'm T.V. taught child; I'm your sweetest affair
When the alarm clock goes off you disappear
But I loved your face the way it moved your murky mouth eyelid brooms