Luyện nghe bài hát on my way to work

There is a car parked the block begins
And are people singing praises
Say all because of him
is a bird perched on a frayed wet wire
And his sings out for a lover
But covered by the choir

Voices way beyond the rafters
With they perform these sacred tasks
They cross themselves and offer up checkbooks
suffering 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 some
Because we know that we are
Oh yeah, that's for sure
And the older ones are
And the older they are dying
we are all dying

I pass a graveyard on my way to
Today I saw two dozen roses
On a fresh new mound of
And I wondered about the
When the darkness finally him
Was he and content

Or was he in a struggle to keep breathing
Ripping apart the sheets dressed his bed
Crying out for someone to help him
And on his back all pale and dead

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