Luyện nghe bài hát Lisa's Separation

She covered up the mirror, hid his in the
drawer. The sketches he made for her were rip-
ped and rolling across the floor. All and
promises and plans they'd made were or
burned as Lisa laid her head for the night.
Still the pictures flowed day and night.
no escape, there's no remission . . . This us in
Paris, and this us in Rome. That mess was him
in plasticene, rocks were him in stone. And
still she found no why he left without a
word. It seemed like such an night. Still the
pictures throuhg the night. No escape, no
remission . . . They his few possessions and
buried him in sand. They spent his coins in cof-
fee bars and calmly washed their hands. The
of retribution was a lack of intuition--left with
dirty hands a fight. How the curses flowed
through the night. Made escape, a fruitless
mission . . . His ghost peeps through the
gently her name. It hovers over crushed
mementos trying to explain. And maybe it 40
of patience, swimming through the tears. He'll
guard her each and every lonely night. the pic-
tures through the night. No escape, no
separation.