Luyện nghe bài hát If Not For My Glasses

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