Luyện nghe bài hát Making Mirrors Extinct

4 am,
2 car garage,
she sat alone with on,
tears black,
a compact,
she's curled up on a couch,
night,
herself.
she said,
i could never get
this way,
these shoulders, legs,
i mean, on,
at this face.

she wants to up
all the factories,
and reflections 'round the world,
but til then keep it all locked up
behind doors,
mumbling to deal her pain,
the next best thing,
to making extinct

in her
a wall of dreams,
with clipped from magazines,
thin,
with airbrushed
an inferior girl to
think up tricks and cut
wiping off her she stepped to the scale
stumbling, and shaking, her,
her figure fell

she to blow up
all the factories
and shatter reflections 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 hospital
the doctor in and says
"i know what you're through"
and the says, "no, how could you have a clue?"
so the doctor rolls up her
and the girl faded scars
that like a poem
not alone

see, i wanna up all the glass factories
and reflections 'round the world,
but until then i'll to girls and then i'm reassured
i'm not alone in how I
the next best thing
to making extinct