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

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

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

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

They breathe or flinch
Or even blink at how the will shift
When the wind 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 death
Maybe just a shortness of breath
Or no pains in your
A disease we agree we ain't cured yet

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

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

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

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

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

This is how they 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
Whispering wishes in cotton Quebeois
I wonder if the ever 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 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 botched the flockBut never had the mettle to 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 hell's the use of the midday
You came to my too goddamn soon
Lord knows I don't know what to do with you and the moon

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