Luyện nghe bài hát Prior Things

Just a few minutes after them I realized
Hundreds of buzzing flies were all me

I up and there you were, reading
You were on your own, you on vacation
You on vacation
means "leave"
Means "obliterate all things"

Here, why I try
Why don't I try to make you
Why is a of imagination the crime?
Why I try
Why don't I try to you mine?
Why don't I back you up against moment?

So you finally go
And when you to go
I resume my little
And nobody needs to
Will know that I ever to leave
My little lower

I watch the bird feeder out in my parents' yard
The weight of bluejay
The steals it all

And what must happen in your
When you create those
never mind, I don't want to see
I know it's got nothing to do me

Here, why I try
Why I try to move aside?
I'm soft
I'm still in my
Why I try
Why I try to move aside
I'm still
It's my time

And you finally go
You go, you go
You go, you go
You go
you choose to go
I resume my little

And needs to know
know, will know
Will
Will know that I was only holding your on this
little lower road

And you finally go
You go, you go
You go, you go
You go
When you to go
I resume my little

And nobody needs to
know, will know
Will
Will know that I was only holding place on this
Your little lower

Your lower road
Your little road
Your little road
Your lower road
little lower road
Your lower road
little lower road
Your little road