Luyện nghe bài hát If Not For My Glasses

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