Luyện nghe bài hát Midday Moon

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

is just to say
They've everything away
step we made fit into six trucks
Pick-ups dust above the driveway

The muddy cavalcade came at half 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
That kind that makes me L.A.
'Cause God gave a perfect sun
And they think gangs and smog were hardly a trade

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

say you can't cheat death
Maybe it's just a of breath
Or no in your chest
A disease we agree that we cured yet

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

A sliver of chalk across the
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 what to do with you and the midday moon

been told that when we die we pass onto the other side
there's no 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 through stain glassed
He clutched a rosary flat to his
And confessed he wasn't ready for

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

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

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

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