Luyện nghe bài hát on my way to work

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

Voices reaching way the rafters
With devotion they perform sacred tasks
They cross and offer up their checkbooks
suffering is not too much to ask

Besides we all are making
And we are all fucking
And we don't know what we are
Maybe just us some hope
Because we know that we are
Oh yeah, lonely for sure
And the older ones are
And the older ones are dying
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 calm and

Or was he sweating in a to keep breathing
Ripping apart the that dressed his bed
Crying out for someone to help him
And on his back all pale 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 wish it was so
But when there is no to anything
You know it a bit confusing
Why is that I keep
Why is that we keep