Luyện nghe bài hát One Day

It got to resembling a vaudeville show, the show of shows, such =
as juvenile theatrics go, but who am I to tell you to =
contain yourself? And who are you to tell me to control it? When we =
have prepared so carefully. One day you'll know we never eachother =
harm in any way, one day you'll we never meant eachother sorrow, =
gotta keep my distance. I keep sifting through the loot to the =
stairs, this business burning to the ground, I can't look my =
hindsight to be impared, my outlook has no holds to see out. It's =
starting to hurt when I open my arms too wide, a milky haze =
invades my vision, my are heavy with your presence as if you were =
standing right behind me, and I can't bring myself to around, gotta =
my distance.
by: Mel