Luyện nghe bài hát Loss, Strain, And Butterflies

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

No one a single word
And as the clock from next door
I could her breathing

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

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

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

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

have you been alright?
Did you find a of something wrapped around
The light of your life
To make you better

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

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

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

This time, well, it all down
To loss and and butterflies
Then it comes right 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 and strain and butterflies?
And does it right down to me anymore?

This time, does it all come
To loss and strain and
Come on to me