Luyện nghe bài hát If Not For My Glasses

A postcard of cores on spit strained wooded floors
I spent an evening getting looking bored
And there's a on the sill but it won't be there tomorrow
Just some memory that I made it never really goes the way I it to
I'll tell it like you want all parts appeal and none that
I love your face the way it moves your murky mouth your eyelid
And I'm that cobweb apprehension
You're taking of me as I fall down 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 label me now, why, why
So I opened up the I know now what you're for
But not who you are
So who, who, me who
And then you leaned into me and whispered softly
"Your feet fit the branch"
It really 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 garbage of your mouth
I'm always listening; I go through a dumpster of speech
taking pictures of me as I fall down the stairs
It seems so awful but this happened who cares
I'm your T.V. taught child; I'm your sweetest
When the alarm goes off you will disappear
But I loved your face the way it moved your murky your eyelid brooms