Luyện nghe bài hát on my way to work

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

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

we all are making money
And we are all alone
And we don't know what we are
Maybe buying us some hope
we know that we are lonely
Oh yeah, lonely that's for
And the older ones are
And the older ones are dying
Maybe we are all

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

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

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