Luyện nghe bài hát Kite Flying

The sky was so blue that it wasn't blue any
The sky our spectrum and forged its own definition of blue
Every time sky goes back into my mind, the colors shift
The blue gets and the horizon widens

The ink spot in that new blue sky was my
As I raised it into the atmosphere
I felt I was riding the wind and disappearing into the new blue distance
But my feet hard on the ground

When I was a child, this was my favorite way to spend an
The last time I a kite
The time blue wasn't the ocean, it wasn't a mood, it wasn't rain clouds
And it the sky
This was all of them
Or maybe I was all of
And the sky was the sky

My was as high as the rope would let it go
My feet were walking on a world no my own
The last time I flew a kite, I wasn't a kite

It's strange how we try to balance two things don't equate in any way
We compensate sadness with food, longing with
And absence with anything to the empty days

We make things up to feel
The little mnemonic devices that whatever ills us
a blue sky, but my blue sky was real
It was all over my

The last time I flew a kite, the sky wasn't blue and the sky wasn't me
I made it up, maybe it was raining.
As my kite rose higher, I know I saw blue

At that moment, color splashed into my black and white
Standing in the middle of an open field with the wind in my face, I myself

And just for a minute, I your absence
You were still gone, you just on my mind
Finally, I breathe
And my mouth didn't your aftertaste

That kite had nothing to do with you, which is why it me
It was with my present situation
And it solely my childhood

That blue wasn't the ocean, a mood, a cloud, or the sky
But it had nothing to do your death
It had to do with me, at least for a moment

As my rose higher into that impossible blue
I thought about how we never flew together