Luyện nghe bài hát Jean's T.V.

I tell them every I've ever had
I them every place I have ever gone
And if there's a fear of space
I need to be by someone

Waiting for a chance things could change
Or spend another among the dead
Searching for a presence
I'm so

Nothing happens, I can't go on

Tell me why we to live like this
Waiting for a certain, distant
Comfort is as unlikely as
And love is so conditional

I'm tired of the tense and looks
Staring out tired, anxious eyes
Looking for approval
I'm so

matters
I have to on
I to move on
I to move

I guess it's pretty
To ruin on what you
What if I said it's productive
Would you a fool out of me?

'Cause I'd make a out of you
With your guitars and rock-star eyes
metaltional on cue
Or is it hypocrites, us
fear what truth can do?