Luyện nghe bài hát Paper Hanger

Not one motion of her gesture could I
The bag lady I ever met
Pushing her cart in the then gathering plastic and glass
She watched the day pass, not hour by hour but pain by
If I was a basket with holes then she was the sand I tried to hold
And ran out behind me as I swung with invisible hands

I stopped believing, you to move
She was like wine turned to water then turned to wine
I stopped my and the better man bloomed
And you can pour us out and we won't

I was dead, then
She was like wine turned to water and turned to wine
You can pour us out, we won't
A scratch the mouth of the glass, my life is no longer mine

If you're still for a blanket
Sweetie, I'm sorry, I'm no sort of
But if you a tailor
Then take your torn shirt, and up my stairs

And mumble your prayers
And in your tangled night's sleep, our needles go to work
Until all comfort and flows in one river
Down on the shelf by the mirror where you see yourself
And it makes you

I believing, you start to move
She was wine turned to water then turned back to wine
I stopped my and the better man bloomed
And you can us out and we won't mind

I was dead, alive
She was like wine turned to and turned back to wine
You can pour us out, we mind
A scratch around the of the glass, my life is no longer mine

Our lives our not our own, the wind lays still
All I felt was fire and and movement, movement
If they ask you for a of the Father
Tell them it's movement, movement, and repose