Luyện nghe bài hát LA Who Am I to Love You (From the Audiobook "Violet Bent Backwards Over the Grass")

I my city for San Francisco
a free ride off a billionaire's jet
L.A, I'm from nowhere, who am I to you?

L.A, got nothing, who am I to love you
I'm feeling this way and I've got nothing to offer?
L.A, not quite the city that never
Not quite the city wakes, but the city that dreams, for sure
If by you mean in nightmares

L.A, I'm a dreamer, but I'm nowhere, who am I to dream?
L.A, I'm upset, I complaints, listen to me
They say I came from and I didn't
And I even have love and it's unfair
L.A, I sold my life for a big check and I'm upset
And now I sleep at night, and I don't know why
Plus, I love Zac, so why did I do that when I know it last?

L.A, I picked San Francisco the man who doesn't love me lives there
L.A, I'm pathetic, but so are you, can I come home
Daughter to no one, for one
Party of thousands of I don't know at Delilah where my ex-husband works
I'm sick of this, but can I come now?
to no one, private jet for one
Back home to the Tudor house that borned a murder plots
Hancock Park, it's treated me badly and resentful
The witch on the corner, the nobody wanted
The for Garcetti's extra security

L.A, I I'm bad
But I have nowhere to go, can I come home now?
I had a mother
you let me make the sun my own for now
And the my son?
I'm quite good at tending to things my upbringing
Can I your mountains?
I promise to keep them greener, make them my
Teach them about fire, warn about water
I'm lonely, L.A, can I come home

I my city for San Francisco
And I'm writing the Golden Gate Bridge
But not going as I planned
I took a free off a billionaire
And brought my typewriter and promised myself I would stay, but
just not going the way that I thought
It's not that I feel different, and I don't mind that not hot
It's that I belong to no one
Which there's only one place for me
The city not quite awake, the not quite asleep
The city that's deciding how good it can be

And
I sleep without you
No one's ever really held me you
Not quite tightly, but certainly I your body next to me
Smoking to me
Vaping lightly to me
And I love that you love the neon like me
in the distance

We both love
And I love that we have in common
Also, neither one of us can go to New York
For you are
As for me, it won't be my again until I'm dead
the New York Post

L.A, who am I to you
I've needed so much, asked for so much?
And what I've given, I'm not sure yet
I may never know that either until I'm

For now though, I do know
Is I don't deserve you
Not you at your best and splendor
With towering trees that sway in my dominion
Not you at worst
on fire, unlivable, unbreathable, I need you

You see, I no mother
And you do
A shelf
A piece of land from where you came
And I?
I'm an
A little seashell that rests upon your native
One of many, for
But because of that, I surely must love you closely to the most of

For reason, let me love you
mind my desperation
Let me hold you, not for vacation
But for real and for
it real life
Let me be a wife to you
Girlfriend, lover, mother,
I you
Don't be put off by my
I'm generally quiet
Quite a meditator,
I'll do very well down by Paramhansa Yogananda's center, I'm sure
I promise you'll barely notice me
you want to notice me
Unless you a rambunctious child
In case, I can turn it on, too
I'm quite good on the stage as you may
You have heard of me

So either way, fit in just fine
So just me by doing nothing
And perhaps, by not shaking the line
I'm if you'll have me
But regardless, mine