Luyện nghe bài hát Jukebox

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

she drinks 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 dance is mine, this is mine

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

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

My life blew up
And now it's all down

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

She says, got a darkness
That I 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 song begin

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

They try to hold the lid tightly
And try to shake well
But the oil and
Just want to separate

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
This dance is mine, this is mine
This is mine