Luyện nghe bài hát Parameters

Thirty-three years go by and not once do you home
To find a man in your bedroom
That is, a man you know
Who came a long way to deliver one very specific
your back door, you idiot
However invincible you yourself to be, you are wrong

years go by
And you loosen the of teenage nightmares
Your breasts hang like a
And you don't jump at anymore
you may simply pause to admire
Those that move with the of trees dancing past streetlights

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

falling thunk thunk onto the floor
And there will be no strange man, suddenly all that time there
Sitting there on what be the prize chair
In your collection of 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 slow to adjust
If because yours is not that genre of story
and again, life cannot muster the stuff of movies
No shattering glass instead fear sits patiently
Fear smiles when you finally see him

Though you kept him waiting for thirty-three years
And now he has let in
And he has brought you fistfuls of teenage
Though you think you see, in naivete that he is empty handed
And this you great relief at the time

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

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

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