Luyện nghe bài hát Parameters

Thirty-three years go by and not once do you home
To find a man in your bedroom
is, a man you don't know
Who came a way to deliver one very specific message
Lock your back door, you
However invincible you imagine to be, you are wrong

Thirty-three go by
And you the momentum of teenage nightmares
Your breasts hang a woman's
And you don't jump at anymore
Instead you may simply to admire
that move with the grace of trees dancing past streetlights

And you walk through house without turning on lamps
Sure of the angle from door to table, table to staircase
Sure of the of steps, seven to the landing
Two to turn right then seven
Sure you will stroll serenely on the walkway of memory
Across your and collapse with a sigh onto your bed

Shoes falling thunk onto the floor
And there will be no strange man, suddenly all time sitting there
Sitting there on what must be the prize
In your of uncomfortable chairs with a wild look in his eyes
And hands that you see, holding what? You do not know

So sure are you of the endless drumming rhythm of your
That you are painfully to adjust
If only yours is not that genre of story
Still and again, life cannot the stuff of movies
No shattering glass instead fear sits patiently
Fear smiles when you finally see him

Though you have kept him for thirty-three years
And now he has let in
And he has brought you fistfuls of nightmares
Though you think you see, in your that he is empty handed
And brings you great relief at the time

New as you are, really, to the that
Even after long since gotten used to the parameters
can all change
While you're out one having a drink with a friend
Some big hand may be a big dial
Switching channels on your
Until you yourself lost in them
And watching your daily with the sound off

And of course cautiously turned down the flame under your eyes
There are shadows around everything
Your vision, a dim
That you to shake all the way to the outhouse
Your elevating itself like the spirit of the dead
Presiding over your repose, not really sleep at all
Just a sleeping position and a of suspicious sounds
A clanking pipe, a creaking branch, the of a cat

All of this and
The of the soft leather of your intruder's coat
As you walk him step by step to the door
Having talked him down off the ledge of a very bad
Soft leather, big feet, eyes
The kinds of details the police would ask for later
With his clipboard and his pistol in hallway