Luyện nghe bài hát Making Mirrors Extinct

4 am,
2 car garage,
she sat alone headphones on,
smeared black,
a compact,
she's curled up on a couch,
night,
herself.
she said,
i could get anyone
looking way,
these shoulders, legs,
i mean, on,
look at face.

she to blow up
all the factories,
and reflections 'round the world,
but til she'll keep it all locked up
behind doors,
to deal with her pain,
it's the best thing,
to making mirrors

in her
there's a of dreams,
with clipped from magazines,
thin,
with grins
an inferior girl to
think up tricks and cut
off her lips she stepped to the scale
stumbling, and shaking, her,
her figure frail

she to blow up
all the factories
and reflections 'round the world
until then she'll just her knees
to the cool floor
and the bathroom sink,
it's the next thing
to making extinct.

well it all to a head,
shards,
arms,
and beds
the doctor in and says
"i know you're going through"
and the says, "no, how could you have a clue?"
so the doctor up her sleeves
and shows the girl faded
that like a poem
not alone

see, i wanna blow up all the factories
and shatter 'round the world,
but then i'll talk to girls and then i'm reassured
i'm not alone in how I
it's the best thing
to mirrors extinct