Luyện nghe bài hát Jukebox

In the of her memory
The list of names by and stops
She her eyes
And as the record drops

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

Her hair silent witness
To the passing of
like mile markers
Map the she has gone

some, losing some, she says
My sister still every Sunday night
the rates go down and I can
Never manage to say right

My life blew up
And now it's all coming

And she says leave me
Tonight I wanna stay home
She fills the pot with
She drops in the

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

I'm spiraling in
As she closes her
And hears the song again

She appreciates the phone
The consoling and such
She all the people
Who by and try to pull her back in touch

They try to the lid down 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 out of time
As slow as she can for as long as she can say
dance is mine, this dance is mine
This dance is