Luyện nghe bài hát Jukebox

In the jukebox of her
The of names flips by and stops
She her eyes
And smiles as the drops

Then she herself up and out
Of her kitchen chair and she dances out of
As slow as she can sway for as as she can say
This is mine, this dance is mine

Her bears silent witness
To the of time
Tattoos like markers
Map the she has gone

some, losing some, she says
My sister calls every Sunday night
After the rates go and I can
manage to say anything right

My whole blew up
And now all coming down

And she leave me alone
Tonight I just wanna home
She the pot with water
She in the bone

She says, I've got a
That I have to feed, got a sadness
That up around me like a weed
And I'm not hurting

I'm just in
As she her eyes
And hears the begin again

She appreciates the calls
The consoling cards and
She all the people
Who come by and try to pull her in touch

They try to hold the lid tightly
And they try to shake
But the oil and
want to separate themselves

She herself up and out of her
Kitchen chair and she dances out of
As slow as she can for as long as she can say
This dance is mine, dance is mine
dance is mine