Luyện nghe bài hát Midday Moon

A sliver of 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

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

The muddy came at half past eight
Collecting everything in grassy bank
And trace of you was taken too
And what was once a womb is a hollow room

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

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

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

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

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

I've been told that when we die we pass the other side
there's no light, no bright light.
Death is a pasture gate that opens by lifting a plank
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 an iron eyed firefly, femme fatale
Too to explain how her hair fell out
for the next thing to erase her shame
She doesn't to live forever, but she's scared to fade away

This is how they came to me, one at a
Pilgrims to my on the cemetery ground
All they wanted was an answer and I could let 'em down
I couldn't them forever but I could buy a lot of time

You Jeanvieve, you the straw
Whispering wishes in cotton Quebeois
I wonder if the Maker ever felt he botched the
But never had the mettle to 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 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 chalk across the
Lord knows I don't know what the 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

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 soon
Lord knows I don't what to do with you and the midday moon