Luyện nghe bài hát Monday Morning

Long before my grounds got trampled on
I sat and the greatest song
every painter - every poet couldn't create.

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

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

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

About the time our tree house fell on the lawn
we sat and heard the of songs
every rocking chair and shoe 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 is this picture when the background's gone?
When I still feel great about standing tall everything went wrong,
and I am all alone.

Let it on monday morning
right the world is awake
I will ly there and just about the weather.
Let my blood beat from my
and put my veins up to it's
I will breathe in and know it feels to feel alive.
I'm alive.

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