Luyện nghe bài hát Listening

And she lies quietly amid her empty
And her open heart to verify the wound
She receives the phone call, she rewinds the tape
She walks to the window, lets her sweat pour the fire escape

I am listening to you, I am to you
You don't say a word, you have to

in the hour the thought of going on
Feels real and unreal until the gone
a boy who begs for bread, the snapshot is all there is
To remind us of our place and return us to the masses

I am listening to you, I am to you
You say a word

And she lies beneath the ceiling fan
The blades become invisible and she intransed
No one knows the and no one cares about the past
When a star is we all cling to what cannot last

I am to you, I am listening to you
I am to you, I am listening to you