Luyện nghe bài hát Midday Moon

A sliver of chalk the blue
Lord knows I don't know what the 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

is just to say
They've taken away
Every step we made fit six trucks
Pick-ups drawing dust the driveway

The muddy cavalcade came at half eight
everything in that grassy bank
And every of you was taken too
And was once a womb is just a hollow room

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

don't breathe or flinch
Or even at how the green will shift
When the wind parades 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 just a shortness of breath
Or no pains in chest
A disease we agree that we cured yet

me dear
I never thought that 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 know 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 midday

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

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

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

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

You Jeanvieve, you were the
your wishes in cotton Quebeois
I wonder if the ever felt he botched the flock
But never had the mettle to make the 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 make the 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 I don't 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

A sliver of chalk the blue
Lord knows I don't know 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 with you and the moon