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 out for a lover
But it's covered by the

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

Besides we all are money
And we are all fucking
And we don't what we are doing
Maybe just us some hope
Because we that we are lonely
Oh yeah, lonely for sure
And the ones are coughing
And the older they 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 about the occupant
When the finally swallowed him
Was he calm and

Or was he sweating in a struggle to keep
Ripping apart the sheets that 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 enjoy the time I spend
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 going?