Luyện nghe bài hát Nirvana

The had all left home
The was like a ship without a sail
They for the sunset
Where maybe they would a holy grail
The bedrooms all rigged up
The posters of Marc Bolan - were ripped
Each day was with freedom
As they would try to something to say

She kept a little
He them out to see
If could find Nirvana
And where that place be

She had lots of to do
They kept the plastic on the chairs
It drove him around the
They were wondering what they might have missed.

He with ambition
She fell a rut
They sat and the papers
In they would touch
The realization
Like a in the gut

Each day the one before
The dreams
As the weeks and turned into years
The queasy feeling that wanted more

He his word was final
She heard him the door
Anytime she pipe up
He heard it all
they blame each other
Really they the score
They were in this
Like holding back tears
come so far to end up
With nothing down the