Luyện nghe bài hát Letter from Hiro

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

but all the in the factory say
my letter from Hiro too late

communication, me out of touch.
the means 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 in the factory say,
my letter from Hiro, 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 we don't understand
about the and the crossfire,
and the disease.
and the sun was rising somewhere in the east
and then a "frag" meant more to than to me

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

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