Luyện nghe bài hát on my way to work

There is a car where the block begins
And there are singing praises
Say it's all of him
is a bird perched on a frayed wet wire
And his voice out for a lover
But covered by the choir

reaching way beyond the rafters
With devotion they perform these 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 don't know what we are
just buying us some hope
Because we know we are lonely
Oh yeah, lonely for sure
And the ones are coughing
And the older ones they are
Maybe we are all

I a graveyard on my way to work
I saw two dozen white roses
On a new mound of dirt
And I about the occupant
When the darkness swallowed him
Was he and content

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

it's me who's this unstable
Always obsessed the end
Why can't I let what happens
And just the time I spend
Oh how I it was so easy
But when is no point to anything
You know it gets a bit
Why is I keep going?
Why is we keep going?