Luyện nghe bài hát Living On The Moon

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

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

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

noise and rabbit ears, tuned into all your fears
Every night it's the
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, white out perfectly

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

Out in the shed after midnights in bed, the 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
C'mon child on in

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