Luyện nghe bài hát Personal Things

A red that she wore, a rinse in her hair,
a blister, an shoe, her name on a tag
that can't be washed off, a place at a for two.

I think she wore red, I believe she black, any colour
you can mention blue -- any number of colours
under the sun I be revealing to you.

I can tell you its final, I know its concluded, I can
you for certain through. I can give you the names
and the places and the dates, but could it mean
to someone you?

So come and visit, don't give me no joke, don't ask
me no how does it go, for it goes as as a
chicken w/no head, and lord goes by so slow.
Some secrets of love you to your bed and there's
that you take to your grave. Well I took mine

to a new address, where I my rest, at the end
of the day.
Now all of my is spread out on the floor, an
unmade bed, a or two, and I'm packing and
unpacking personal things that fail to me of you.

You can rub it off, you can it off.
You can it off, you can burn it off