Luyện nghe bài hát If Not For My Glasses

A postcard of apple cores on strained wooded floors
I spent an evening practice looking bored
And there's a on the sill but it won't be there tomorrow
Just some memory that I made it really goes the way I planned it to
I'll tell it like you want all parts appeal and that don't
I love your the way it moves your murky mouth your eyelid brooms
And I'm feeling cobweb apprehension
You're taking pictures of me as I fall 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 cares
Why you gotta me now, why, why now?
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 rather softly
"Your feet fit the branch"
It never really the way I planned it to
tell it like you want all parts appeal and none that won't
Like worthless that you spit out, the foaming garbage of your mouth
I'm listening; I go rummaging through a dumpster of speech
You're pictures of me as I fall down the stairs
It seems so but this never happened who cares
I'm your T.V. taught child; I'm your sweetest
When the alarm clock off you will disappear
But I loved your face the way it moved your murky mouth eyelid brooms