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 get anyone
looking way,
shoulders, these legs,
i mean, on,
at this face.

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

in her
a wall of dreams,
with models from magazines,
thin,
with grins
inspiring an inferior to
think up tricks and cut
wiping off her lips she stepped to the
stumbling, and shaking, her,
her figure frail

she to blow up
all the glass
and shatter reflections the world
until she'll just knock her knees
to the cool tile
and the bathroom sink,
it's the next thing
to making extinct.

it all came to a head,
shards,
arms,
and hospital
the doctor comes in and
"i know what you're through"
and the says, "no, how could you have a clue?"
so the doctor up her sleeves
and the girl faded scars
that like a poem
you're not

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