Luyện nghe bài hát Lovers In Our Heads

Mary's driving again
She's again
left her for another girl

She's embarrassed by her
And by her shame
And reacting just the same
As she feared would

And are we more
With the fruit of
Never our own barren branches?

And are we more
With casting stones at each
ignoring the lovers in our beds
Our own in our heads?

Mary's driving home again, on the radio
'Cause no one's writing songs divorce
She use a verse or two
Anything that brings just a few moments of
In the middle of darkness

And are we more
With the of another
Never our own barren branches?

And are we consumed
casting stones at each other
While ignoring the in our beds
In our

God hears her
As her tears rivaling the grains of sand
And we have His
What is us from being His hands, His hands?

driving home again, turns off the radio
'Cause no one's songs about divorce yet