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 never get anyone
this way,
these shoulders, legs,
i mean, on,
at this face.

she wants to up
all the factories,
and shatter reflections the world,
but til then keep it all locked up
garage doors,
mumbling to with her pain,
it's the best thing,
to making extinct

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

she wants to up
all the factories
and shatter reflections 'round the
until then she'll just her knees
to the cool floor
and blast the sink,
it's the next best
to mirrors extinct.

well it all to a head,
shards,
arms,
and beds
the comes in and says
"i what you're going through"
and the girl says, "no, how you have a clue?"
so the doctor rolls up her
and shows the 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 talk to and then i'm reassured
i'm not in how I think
it's the next thing
to mirrors extinct