Luyện nghe bài hát Lisa's Separation

She covered up the mirror, hid his in the
drawer. The that he made for her were rip-
ped and across the floor. All memories and
promises and plans they'd made scratched or
burned as Lisa laid her down for the night.
the pictures flowed day and night. There's
no escape, there's no . . . This one's us in
Paris, and this us in Rome. That mess was him
in plasticene, those were him in stone. And
still she found no 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. spent his coins in cof-
fee bars and calmly their hands. The only
hint of retribution was a lack of intuition--left
dirty hands without a fight. How the curses
through the night. Made escape, a fruitless
mission . . . His peeps through the curtains
whispering her name. It hovers over crushed
mementos trying to explain. And it takes 40
years of patience, swimming the tears. He'll
guard her each and lonely night. Still the pic-
tures through the night. No escape, no
separation.