Luyện nghe bài hát Jukebox

In the jukebox of her
The list of names flips by and
She her eyes
And smiles as the record

Then she drinks up and out
Of her kitchen chair and she out of time
As as she can sway for as long as she can say
This dance is mine, this dance is

Her hair bears witness
To the passing of
Tattoos mile markers
Map the she has gone

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

My whole blew up
And now it's all coming

And she says leave me
Tonight I just stay home
She fills the pot with
She in the bone

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

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

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

try to hold the lid down tightly
And they try to well
But the oil and
Just want to themselves

She drinks 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 dance is mine, this is mine
dance is mine