Luyện nghe bài hát Jejune

A green line across my says I was never really king at all.
And all my fell out like rotting teeth.
My turned to dust, my kingdom crumbles and falls away.
But every is a blossom of jejune praise.
I feel I'm learning more each day. I to find my feet again.
And I know that all good things must pass, but the aching never away.

A pair of lenses fracture light a map.
The places we've been are Sharpied onto scotch tape on a coffee can.
You were crying in the kitchen, I was you breathe.
You were screaming at the floor "This place is not for me".
But now you're leaving. The is done.
You fold us airplanes and throw us at the sun.

And I still feel sick I sit still.
I watch you plot-lines,
how she'd tilt her head to show you that there was no
of you.

Was I the wind between your
Was she the slab broke your fall?
Did you get my

The green line across my forehead. Was I ever here at all?
My efforts stretched like bands, decayed.
We waltzed charades this abandoned apartment space
To the echoing promise made "maybe one day..."

I'd to take my name and burn it with my mattress and my books and my identity.
And I'd like to until I can't see the skylines.
Sometimes I feel so stuck in propulsion, my feet are still in motion but my is fucking frozen.
So I'm leaving. The is done.
My love is unconditional, But I'm in no to love.

Now I've found something to write about. This is the letting go for in jejune bloom.
If I told you that when you I was discolored and frayed, would you lend me your hue and wax?

(Trace your mind back to a time where headstones were headlines and your name sweet on our tongues.)

And if I you, through verb and tax that I had learned to let go,
If I could go back, I'd say that you right.
right. You're right.