Luyện nghe bài hát Jukebox

In the of her memory
The of names flips by and stops
She her eyes
And smiles as the record

Then 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 is mine, this dance is mine

Her hair bears silent
To the of time
Tattoos like mile
Map the distance she has

Winning some, losing some, she
My sister still calls every Sunday
After the rates go and I can
Never manage to say right

My whole blew up
And now it's all coming

And she says leave me
I just wanna stay home
She fills the pot water
She in the bone

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

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

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

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