Luyện nghe bài hát If Not For My Glasses

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