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 knows I don't know to do with you and the midday moon

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

The muddy cavalcade at half past eight
Collecting in that grassy bank
And trace of you was taken too
And was once a womb is just a hollow room

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

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

say you can't cheat death
Maybe it's just a shortness of
Or no pains in your
A we agree that we ain't cured yet

me dear
I never thought that end up here
["sweet dreams"] whispered in your ear
Before a long night's sleep so 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 arms too soon
knows I don't know what to do with you and the midday moon

I've been told that when we die we pass onto the side
there's no bright light, no light.
is just 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 stain glassed
He clutched a rosary flat to his
And he wasn't ready for death

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

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 never let 'em
I couldn't promise them forever but I could buy a lot of

You Jeanvieve, you the straw
Whispering your wishes in cotton
I wonder if the Maker ever felt he the flock
But never had the mettle to make the world
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 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 of chalk 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 what to do with you and the midday moon

A sliver of chalk across the
Lord knows I know what the hell's the use of the midday moon
You came to my arms too soon
Lord knows I know what to do with you and the midday moon