Luyện nghe bài hát Nirvana

The children had all left
The house was like a without a sail
They headed for the
Where maybe they find a holy grail
The bedrooms all rigged up
The posters of Marc Bolan - ripped away
Each day was blessed with
As they would try to something to say

She a little journal
He them out to see
If they find Nirvana
And where that might be

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

He with ambition
She into a rut
They sat and the papers
In sequence they would
The creeping
a punch in the gut

Each day like the one
The evaporated
As the weeks and turned into years
The queasy feeling that they more

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