Luyện nghe bài hát Letter from Hiro

I it was Thursday,
I it was late,
- Eight.
Got a letter Hiro,
but left out the
He he was waiting
for an outbreak.
Took a in the mirror,
should been me.
But was nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing,
to see.
I draw the curtains,
to look downstairs
It was futile,
so I my hair

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

communication, me out of touch.
the sense nothing,
well 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 from Hiro, came too late
too late, too late, too

9 in the morning,
sun in my head,
and I'm not quite sure if I'm insecure
or if the problem is simply that we understand
about the and the crossfire,
and the disease.
and while the sun was rising in the east
and then a "frag" meant more to than to me

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

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