Luyện nghe bài hát Midday Moon

A sliver of chalk across the
Lord knows I don't know what the the use of the midday moon
You came to my arms too soon
Lord knows I don't know what to do with you and the moon

This is to say
They've taken away
Every step we fit into six trucks
Pick-ups drawing dust above the

The muddy cavalcade came at half past
Collecting everything in that bank
And every of you was taken too
And what was a womb is just a hollow room

It was a day
That kind makes me hate L.A.
God gave them a perfect sun
And they gangs and smog were hardly a fair trade

They breathe or flinch
Or even blink at how the green shift
When the wind parades across the ridge
And kicks the weeds a bit to make seem as if the lea is a sea of

They say you can't cheat
Maybe it's just a of breath
Or no pains in chest
A disease we that we ain't cured yet

me dear
I never that we'd end up here
From ["sweet dreams"] in your ear
Before a night's sleep so cold and clear

A sliver of chalk the blue
Lord knows I don't know the hell's the use of the midday moon
You came to my too goddamn soon
Lord knows I don't know what to do with you and the midday

I've been that when we die we pass onto the other side
no bright light, no bright light.
Death is just a pasture gate that opens by lifting a
To just life, just more life

I met an old man, sun-tanned, provided by
And the light that passed through stain glassed
He clutched a flat to his chest
And confessed he ready for death

I seen an iron eyed firefly, fatale
Too to explain how her hair fell out
Lusting for the next thing to her shame
She doesn't want to live forever, but she's scared to fade

This is how they came to me, one at a
Pilgrims to my building on the ground
All they wanted was an and I could never let 'em down
I couldn't promise them but I could buy a lot of time

You Jeanvieve, you the straw
your wishes in cotton Quebeois
I wonder if the Maker ever felt he the flock
But never had the mettle to make the stop
Stop, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop,

[I wonder if the maker ever felt he botched the flockBut had the mettle to make the world stop]
Stop, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop,

[I wonder if the maker felt he botched the flockBut never had the mettle to make the world stop]
Stop, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop,
Stop, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop,

A of chalk across the blue
Lord knows I don't know what the hell's the use of the moon
You came to my too goddamn soon
Lord knows I don't know what to do you and the midday moon

A sliver of chalk across the
Lord knows I don't know what the the use of the midday moon
You came to my too goddamn soon
Lord knows I don't what to do with you and the midday moon