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 within whispered "you stay",
But I stood my ground deep in a grave.

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

A clap so loud, that it the ground.
But I be heard, no, I can't be found.
as the ground 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 when comes the day's end,
You can die many times tomorrow begins.

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

There's a man to my north, but facing the east.
I get down on my 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 in close and whispers...
"What do you from me?"

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

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

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

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

Life ain't black and white, he to say,
Instead, The we feel is shades of grey.
His is graphite, but yours is slate, so don't let his decide your fate.
See mine in pewter, but hers 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 shiver run my back.
I knew it was truth, words can't be fiction.
My soul slipped away his elegant diction.

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

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

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

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

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

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