Luyện nghe bài hát Plan B

push-pinned my picture to wall,
framed it in of argyle.
there's a thread for every minute I missed my chance to it.
I could the pressure building up as I cram it to the top,
a can filled with letters.
my ears begin to pop as the drops.
we've fallen down, someday you be around for me to fall back on.
it's so akward to say to you,
the tensest moment when I fail to through,
I'm all up and then you tighten the screws,
my want turns to need as you on the noose.
As I push my pen the page casting my spell like a first level mage,
my epic between love and rage
a mess not fit for my age we've fallen down,
all my innocence has drowned since you've gone she I'm changing everyday,
she to know how, why, and who with.
she says there's still good left in me like I'm the dark of the sith.
I write every single winter,
and now I'm writing it I shed my common sense in exchange for newer skin.
the news is that I've finally learned to appreciate my friends,
the bad news is that I got any left,
the good news is that I dream about it almost night,
the bad news is that when I up you're not there.