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 know what to do with you and the midday moon

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

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

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

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

They say you can't death
it's just a shortness of breath
Or no in your chest
A disease we agree we ain't cured yet

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

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

I've been told when we die we pass onto the other side
there's no light, no bright light.
Death is just a pasture gate 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 glassed pieces
He clutched a rosary flat to his
And confessed he ready for death

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

is how they came to me, one at a time
Pilgrims to my building on the cemetery
All they wanted was an answer and I never let 'em down
I promise them forever but I could buy a lot of time

You Jeanvieve, you the straw
Whispering your in cotton Quebeois
I wonder if the Maker ever felt he botched the
But never had the mettle to make the stop
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 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 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 with you and the midday

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 to do with you and the midday moon