Luyện nghe bài hát Lisa's Separation

She up the mirror, hid his photo in the
drawer. The sketches that he for her were rip-
ped and across the floor. All memories and
promises and plans made were scratched or
as Lisa laid her head down for the night.
Still the pictures day and night. There's
no escape, no remission . . . This one's us in
Paris, and this us in Rome. That mess was him
in plasticene, those rocks him in stone. And
still she no explanation why he left without a
word. It seemed like an ordinary night. Still the
pictures throuhg the night. No escape, no
. . . They burned his few possessions and
they buried him in sand. They his coins in cof-
fee and calmly washed their hands. The only
hint of retribution was a lack of with
dirty hands a fight. How the curses flowed
through the night. their escape, a fruitless
mission . . . His ghost peeps through the
whispering her name. It hovers over crushed
mementos to explain. And maybe it takes 40
years of patience, through the tears. He'll
guard her each and every night. Still the pic-
tures through the night. No escape, no
separation.