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 a single word
And as the clock ticked from door
I could her breathing

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

I can't sometimes but I've been told
It's a lonely called growing old
Let me stumble

I'm for a soul to cling to
what you think about that?

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

Hello have you alright?
Did you find a piece of something wrapped
The light side of life
To you feel better

Did you get out with sanity?
Did you save a little something for the in need?
And did you with the rain in your pockets?
You can the weather

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

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

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

Is it just the for the wages of our sins?
And you made yourself a victim?
In a game you can't win

And our we in
And does it all depend on loss and strain and
And does it come right down to me

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