Luyện nghe bài hát Nirvana

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

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

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

He quibbled ambition
She fell a rut
They sat and the papers
In sequence would touch
The creeping
a punch in the gut

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

He said his was final
She heard him the door
Anytime she would up
He heard it all
they blame each other
Really they the score
They in this together
Like children back tears
come so far to end up
With down the years