Luyện nghe bài hát Living On The Moon

Gotta be a better way, out there
Gotta be else
Grandpa would out into thin air
Just trying to it out

The light flickers, moths and mosquitoes
Screen door speaks to the
Me and my sister up, talking to
Hands folded, down on our

Dear papa, what we do?
Living upon moon, shoot at the stars
Build motels and bars and try to someone to screw
Try to feel somewhere to

White and rabbit ears, tuned into all your fears
Every it's the same
Daddy sits in his chair, mama rubber gloves
She got a drain

Grandpa smokes a
just for him not for kids
Watch the windowsill as smoke dances upward
A ghost in the darkness, white out still

Dear papa, would we do?
Living that moon, shoot at the stars
Build motels and bars and try to find to screw
Try to feel somewhere to

Out in the shed after midnights in bed, the real hard begins
Grandpa tinkers with a rocket he built from a fifty four rambler fins
He says, you and your can escape this misery
C'mon climb on in

Dear papa, what we do?
Living upon moon, shoot at the stars
Build and bars and try to find someone to screw
Try to somewhere to muse