Luyện nghe bài hát Loss, Strain, And Butterflies

He got bad and she got mad
And he lowered one more
And she got

No one heard a word
And as the clock ticked from next
I could hear her

And I said, "Good morning Mrs.
I would like you to my friend Mr. Jones
He has a house out of butterflies"

I can't sleep sometimes but I've told
a lonely condition called growing old
Let me stumble

I'm looking for a to cling to
Girl what you think that?

This time, well, it all down
To and strain and butterflies
it comes right down to me

Hello you been alright?
Did you a piece of something wrapped around
The light side of your
To you feel better

Did you get out your sanity?
Did you save a little for the people in need?
And did you know with the rain in your
You can change the

I'm looking for a soul to to
Girl what you think about

time, well, it all comes down
To loss and strain and
Then it comes down to me

This time, well, it all down
To loss and and butterflies
it comes right down to me

Is it the total for the wages of our sins?
And have you yourself a victim?
In a that you can't win

And our we in
And does it all depend on and strain and butterflies?
And does it right down to me anymore?

This time, does it all come
To loss and and butterflies?
on down to me