Luyện nghe bài hát on my way to work

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

reaching way beyond the rafters
With devotion they perform sacred tasks
They cross themselves and up their checkbooks
Slight suffering is not too to ask

Besides we all are making
And we are all alone
And we don't what we are doing
Maybe just buying us some
Because we know we are lonely
Oh yeah, lonely for sure
And the ones are coughing
And the older ones are dying
Maybe we are all

I a graveyard on my way to work
Today I saw two dozen roses
On a new mound of dirt
And I wondered the occupant
When the darkness finally him
Was he calm and

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

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