Luyện nghe bài hát on my way to work

There is a car parked the block begins
And are people singing praises
Say it's all of him
There is a perched on a frayed wet wire
And his voice sings out for a
But it's by the choir

Voices reaching way beyond the
With devotion they perform these tasks
They cross themselves and offer up checkbooks
Slight is not too much to ask

Besides we all are money
And we are all alone
And we know what we are doing
Maybe just buying us hope
Because we know that we are
Oh yeah, that's for sure
And the older are coughing
And the older ones are dying
we are all dying

I pass a on my way to work
Today I saw two dozen white
On a fresh new mound of
And I about the occupant
When the finally swallowed him
Was he calm and

Or was he sweating in a struggle to breathing
Ripping apart the that dressed his bed
Crying out loud for someone to him
And collapsing on his all pale and dead

Maybe it's me who's unstable
obsessed about the end
Why can't I let happens happen?
And just enjoy the time I
Oh how I wish it was so
But when there is no point to
You know it a bit confusing
Why is I keep going?
Why is that we keep