Luyện nghe bài hát Midday Moon

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

is just to say
They've taken everything
Every step we made fit six trucks
drawing dust above the driveway

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

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

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

Forgive me
I never that we'd end up here
["sweet dreams"] whispered in your ear
Before a long night's sleep so cold and

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

I've been told that we die we pass onto the other side
there's no light, no bright light.
Death is just a pasture 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 he wasn't ready for death

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

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

You Jeanvieve, you were the
Whispering your wishes in cotton
I wonder if the Maker ever felt he the flock
But 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 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 make the stop]
Stop, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop,
Stop, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop,

A sliver of across the blue
Lord I don't know 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

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