Luyện nghe bài hát Letter from Hiro

I it was Thursday,
I it was late,
- Eight.
Got a from Hiro,
but out the date
He said he was
for an outbreak.
Took a in the mirror,
should been me.
But was nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing,
to see.
I draw the curtains,
trying to look
It was futile,
so I combed my

but all the kids in the say
my letter from Hiro came too

communication, me out of touch.
the sense nothing,
nothing much,
like the on the door,
too hard to see too to touch,
the age of reason,
is out to lunch.

but all the kids in the say,
my letter Hiro, came too late
too late, too late, too

9 in the morning,
sun in my head,
and I'm not quite if I'm just insecure
or if the problem is that we don't understand
the guns and the crossfire,
and the disease.
and while the sun was somewhere in the east
and a "frag" meant more to Hiro than to me

And all the in the factory say,
my letter from came too late.

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