Luyện nghe bài hát Polaroids

Please no therapy
Mother take of me
Piece me together a
and thread

Wrap me in
from your wedding gown
Fold me and lay me
On bed

Or me to a shoe
Blackened and spit-shined
back home to you
Smiling home

Singing back to you
Laughing back to you
Dragging home to you

And I was so then
The ugly
Thinner than
as a whore

I said, you can lie to me
I own what's of me
And surprises me anymore

But in Germany
in the Tuileries
Broken-down
In old

And claiming his
Shrouded in
He running away with me

Back in our New York
Walking these streets
We all in our
and black

Doing that and jive
The artist must
We've got all we we cried
And don't back

And we had it made
Poised for the hit
Knee in accolades
The pair

But ever the
He left without
Vanished into air

Now I am always
Words can up a page
Pages fill up the
him and me

But the vows that we keep
From to business-speak
me remember how cheap
can be

And the letters I you of
Were those of the desperate
Like begging for love in a suicide

But I am too to die
Too old for a
Too for life on the ledge

But I had a dream night
Of lovers who the plank
Out on the edge of
ridicule

They laughed as they rocked and
Over the mining
Coming to rest on this of fools

But he just Polaroids
Of her smile in the
Of the dawn of the sky

And before they went
She and held up a card
And it Valentine