Luyện nghe bài hát Mrs. Potter's Lullaby

Well I woke up in cause that's when it all hurts the most
I dream I never know anyone at the and I'm always the host
If dreams are movies, then memories are films about ghosts
You can never escape, you can only move south the coast

Well, I am an idiot walking a tightrope of and fame
I am an acrobat swinging trapezes through of flame
If never stared off into the distance then your life is a shame
And though I'll never your face,
Sometimes I can't my name

Hey Mrs. Potter cry
Hey Mrs. Potter I why but
Hey Mrs. won't you talk to me

Well, there's a piece of Maria in song that I sing
And the price of a memory is the memory of the sorrow it
And there is always one last light to turn out and one bell to ring
And the last one out of the has to lock up everything

Or the elephants will get out and forget to remember what you
And the ghosts of the tilt-a-whirl linger inside of your head
And the Ferris wheel junkies will spin forever instead
When I see you a blanket of covers me in bed

Hey Mrs. Potter go
I said hey Mrs. Potter I know but
Hey Mrs. Potter won't you to me

All the blue light that color my mind when I sleep
And the rejections that accompany the company I keep
All the razor perceptions that cut just a little too
Hey I can bleed as well as anyone, but I need to help me sleep

So I throw my hand into the air and it swims in the
It's a brief interruption of the swirling dust sparkle jet stream
Well, I know I don't know you and probably not what you seem
Aw, but I'd sure like to out
So why don't you climb off that movie screen

Hey, Mrs. Potter, don't
Hey, Mrs. Potter, I for you
Hey, Mrs. Potter, you talk to me

When the last king of Hollywood shatters his glass on the
And orders another. well, I wonder he did that for
That's when I know that I to get out cause
I have there before
So I gave up my at the bar and I head for the door. Yeah.
We drove out to the just to lie down beneath this bowl of stars
We up in the Palace,
Like it's the last of the great pioneer bars
Aw, we shout out these songs the clang of electric guitars
Well, you can see a miles tonight
But you can't get far
Aw, you can see a million miles
But you can't get far

Hey, Mrs. Potter, I won't and
Hey, Mrs. Potter, not much but
Hey, Mrs. Potter, you talk to me
Hey, Mrs. Potter, won't you to me
Hey, Mrs. Potter, you talk to me