Luyện nghe bài hát Monday Morning

Long before my stomping got trampled on
I sat and felt the greatest
that every painter - every couldn't create.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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