Luyện nghe bài hát Midday Moon

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

is just to say
They've taken everything
Every step we fit into six trucks
drawing dust above the driveway

The muddy cavalcade at half past eight
Collecting everything in that grassy
And trace of you was taken 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 a perfect sun
And they gangs and smog were hardly a fair trade

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

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

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

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

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

I met an old man, sun-tanned, provided by
And the light that passed stain glassed pieces
He clutched a rosary to his chest
And he wasn't ready for death

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

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

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

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

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

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

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 goddamn
Lord knows I don't know what to do with you and the moon