Luyện nghe bài hát Midday Moon

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

This is to say
taken everything away
Every step we made fit six trucks
Pick-ups drawing dust above the

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You Jeanvieve, you the straw
Whispering your wishes in Quebeois
I wonder if the Maker felt he botched the flock
But never had the mettle to 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 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, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop,

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