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 but it won't be there tomorrow
Just some memory that I made it never goes the way I planned it to
I'll tell it like you want all parts appeal and none that
I your face the way it moves your murky mouth your 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 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 what for
But not who you are
So who, who, me who
And then you into me and whispered rather softly
"Your feet fit the branch"
It never goes the way I planned it to
I'll tell it like you want all parts appeal and none that
Like worthless 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 seems so awful but this happened who cares
I'm your T.V. taught child; I'm your affair
When the alarm clock goes off you disappear
But I your face the way it moved your murky mouth your eyelid brooms