Luyện nghe bài hát Monday Morning

Long my stomping grounds got trampled on
I sat and felt the greatest
that every painter - every poet create.

And words they opened
from what my had wished for
the had a child and raised a kid
that I to this.

And How good does life feel in like this?
And How good is my shot before I close my and miss?
feelings exist.

Let it rain on monday
right the world is awake
I will ly there and think about the weather.
Let my blood from my chest
and put my up to it's test
I will breathe in and know what it feels to alive.
I'm alive.

About the time our tree house built fell on the
we sat and the first of songs
that every rocking chair and box would create.
It's a world that's to be so careless with it's memories.
Only benevolence can what I mean.

But how good is this picture when the background's
When I still feel great about standing tall when everything wrong,
and I am all alone.

Let it on monday morning
before the world is awake
I will ly there and just think the weather.
Let my beat from my chest
and put my veins up to test
I will breathe in and know what it to feel alive.
I'm alive.

Let it rain on my
so I can the sounds,
of passing through blowing tree's
say "I'll see you around."
The seasons can say things I never can.
words describe nothing,
when I home again.
Well I guess I must lost it,
in a of my luck.
It said "this is you're life now, and done with growing up."
Well I my mark,
and I those tree's,
and I miss lying in bed tonight to these things.