Luyện nghe bài hát Living On The Moon

Gotta be a better way, out there
be something else
Grandpa would stare out thin air
trying to figure it out

The porch flickers, moths and mosquitoes
Screen speaks to the breeze
Me and my sister up, to Jesus
Hands folded, down on our

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

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

Grandpa smokes a
It's for him not for kids
Watch from the windowsill as smoke upward
A ghost in the darkness, out perfectly still

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

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

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