Luyện nghe bài hát Midday Moon

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

This is to say
They've taken everything
Every we made fit into six trucks
Pick-ups dust above the driveway

The cavalcade came at half past eight
Collecting everything in that bank
And every trace of you was too
And what was once a is just a hollow room

It was a day
kind that makes me hate L.A.
'Cause God gave them a sun
And they think gangs and smog hardly a fair trade

don't breathe or flinch
Or even at how the green will shift
When the wind parades across the ridge
And kicks the weeds a bit to make as if the lea is a sea of waves

They say you cheat death
Maybe just a shortness of breath
Or no pains in your
A we agree that we ain't cured yet

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

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

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

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

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

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

You Jeanvieve, you were the
Whispering your wishes in cotton
I wonder if the Maker ever felt he the flock
But had the mettle to make the world stop
Stop, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop,

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

[I wonder if the maker ever felt he 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 midday
You came to my arms too soon
Lord knows I don't know what to do with you and the midday

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