Luyện nghe bài hát Mirror

Saw stall at the end of the day.
Watched the head west and the sun fade away,
When a voice from whispered "you can't stay",
But I stood my knees deep in a grave.

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

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

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

I can type out my feelings but press send.
I do shit that kills me but for the end.
When I turn to the mirror and deep within.
I don't need a doctor, but a friend.

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

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

He talks my voice, but he thinks for himself.
I ask where we are he opens his mouth.
"I tremble to think of a without doubt,
Where everyone learns from just word of mouth.

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

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

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

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

And as he spoke he and thrashed,
And I felt a cold run down my back.
I knew it was truth, these words be fiction.
My soul away through his elegant diction.

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

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

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

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

To my left, in the mirror, I my repentance.
The death I now live is my own sentence,
But I won't it this coffin gives guidance,
I turn to the mirror and out in silence...
"What do you from me?"

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