Luyện nghe bài hát Lisa's Separation

She up the mirror, hid his photo in the
drawer. The sketches that he made for her were
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 flowed day and night.
no escape, no remission . . . This one's us in
Paris, and this one's us in Rome. That was him
in plasticene, those rocks him in stone. And
still she found no explanation why he left a
word. It seemed such an ordinary night. Still the
flowed throuhg the night. No escape, no
remission . . . burned his few possessions and
they buried him in sand. spent his coins in cof-
fee and calmly washed their hands. The only
of retribution was a lack of intuition--left with
dirty hands a fight. How the curses flowed
through the night. Made their escape, a
mission . . . His peeps through the curtains
gently whispering her name. It hovers over
trying 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 flow the night. No escape, no
separation.