Luyện nghe bài hát Monday Morning

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

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

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

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

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

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

Let it rain on morning
right before the is awake
I ly there and just think about the weather.
Let my beat from my chest
and put my veins up to it's
I will in and know what it feels 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 that I never can.
words describe nothing,
when I 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 with growing up."
I missed my mark,
and I those tree's,
and I miss lying in bed tonight to picture things.