Luyện nghe bài hát Midday Moon

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

This is to say
taken everything away
Every we made fit into six trucks
drawing dust above the driveway

The muddy cavalcade came at past eight
everything in that grassy bank
And trace of you was taken too
And what was once a is just a hollow room

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

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

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

Forgive me
I thought that we'd end up here
From ["sweet dreams"] whispered in ear
Before a long 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
there's no bright light, no light.
Death is just a pasture gate opens by lifting a plank
To just more life, just more

I met an old man, sun-tanned, by Jesus
And the light that through stain glassed pieces
He clutched a flat to his chest
And confessed he wasn't ready for

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

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

You Jeanvieve, you the straw
Whispering your wishes in cotton
I wonder if the Maker felt he botched the flock
But 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 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 flockBut never had the 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 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

A sliver of chalk 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 I don't know what to do with you and the midday moon