Luyện nghe bài hát Nirvana

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

She a little journal
He scanned out to see
If they could Nirvana
And where place might be

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

He quibbled with
She into a rut
They sat and the papers
In sequence would touch
The realization
a punch in the gut

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

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