Luyện nghe bài hát Prior Things

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

I up and there you were, reading
You were on your own, you were on
You were on
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 you up against this moment?

So you finally go
And you choose to go
I resume my little
And needs to know
Will know I ever meant to leave
My little lower

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

And what must happen in mind
When you create silences?
Well never mind, I don't to see
I know it's got to do with me

Here, why I try
Why don't I try to move
I'm still
I'm still in my
Why I try
Why I try to move aside
I'm soft
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 nobody to know
Will know, will
know
Will know that I was only your place on this
little lower road

And when you go
You go, you go
You go, you go
You go
When you to go
I resume my road

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

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