Luyện nghe bài hát Mirror

Saw time at the end of the day.
Watched the light head and the sun fade away,
When a from within whispered "you can't stay",
But I stood my ground deep in a grave.

the surface, I'm 6 feet under.
Left for my ones to cry, to wonder.
And while my flesh to tear asunder,
I can feel in my skin, the of thunder.

A clap so loud, it shakes the ground.
But I be heard, no, I can't be found.
Cause as the shakes the dirt fills my mouth
And the earth I lay in drowns my out.

Is death or is this life?
See one is so easy, one is a fight.
use care, my friend comes the day's end,
You can die many times 'fore begins.

I can type out my feelings but press send.
I do that kills me but fear for the end.
When I turn to the and look deep within.
I need a doctor, but maybe a friend.

a man to my north, but he's facing the east.
I get on my knees and I beg and I plead,
"Help me, save me, all that I need",
But before I continue, he and leaves.

My skin to shrink as I'm left all alone,
back to the mirror, and my eyes meet a ghost.
And as i stare he leans in and whispers...
"What do you from me?"

He talks my voice, but he thinks for himself.
I ask we are then he opens his mouth.
"I tremble to think of a life doubt,
Where learns things from just word of mouth.

When you question the worlds when you what's inside.
I promise easy, just look in my eyes.
These eyes that are yours, and behind them you'll
makes you and me, not a brain, but a mind"

And as he spoke me with rhythm and rhyme,
I feel my mouth move and sound from inside.
But these that I hear, no these are not mine.
Is this God up or the devil in line?

Then the man in the mirror, he me my time has come.
And he says that it's to run.

Life ain't black and white, he to say,
Instead, The pain we feel is of grey.
His is graphite, but yours is slate, so don't let his decide your fate.
See mine hurts in pewter, but is in ash,
We feel the same cause we're on different paths.

And as he spoke he and thrashed,
And I felt a shiver run down my back.
I it was truth, these words can't be fiction.
My soul slipped away through his diction.

"You learn many things you hear things to listen,
So stop using words to force positions.
your past but hold onto your vision,
Live for today, the past is a prison."

He spoke a clarity, made himself known,
And That's I realized his words were my own.

The blood of my fathers runs through my veins,
Is screaming inside me, I'm insane.
But there's something all this hurt and confusion,
gives peace of mind, like I'm finally lucid.

The man facing is now back from the north,
But this time he's me, now he wants more.
I look to my and I see the sun rising,
And realize that day is just disguising.

To my left, in the mirror, I my repentance.
The I now live is my own rightful sentence,
But I accept it this coffin gives guidance,
I to the mirror and scream out in silence...
"What do you from me?"

The mirror before me distorts my
I hide from myself for myself's own
a reason I'm buried here, learning a lesson,
The one who best was my own reflection.