Luyện nghe bài hát Jejune

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

A pair of fracture light across a map.
The places we've never 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 boards "This is not for me".
But now leaving. The damage is done.
You us into airplanes and throw us at the sun.

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

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

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

I'd like to take my name and burn it with my and my books and my identity.
And I'd like to drive until I see the skylines.
Sometimes I feel so stuck in propulsion, my feet are still in motion but my head is frozen.
So I'm leaving. The is done.
My is unconditional, But I'm in no condition to love.

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

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

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