Luyện nghe bài hát Living On The Moon

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

The porch light flickers, and mosquitoes
door speaks to the breeze
Me and my sister up, talking to
Hands folded, on our knees

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

noise and rabbit ears, tuned into all your fears
Every night the same
sits in his chair, mama wears rubber gloves
She got a drain

smokes a cigarette
It's just for him not for
Watch the windowsill as smoke dances upward
A ghost in the darkness, out perfectly still

papa, what would we do?
Living upon that moon, at the stars
motels and bars and try to find someone to screw
Try to feel to muse

Out in the after midnights in bed, the real hard work begins
Grandpa tinkers with a rocket he built from a fifty rambler with fins
He says, you and sister can escape this misery
child climb on in

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