Luyện nghe bài hát Rafters

Sometimes I think I died in the rafters that
to death, barely 25
Limp limbs, electrified
One burnt arm, an open casket for friends of mine

Make me in your back yard
on the mantle

What if I get to
To a sign reads, "No, your kind's not welcome"
Neither were questions
Good try, but you've heard how we here about intentions

get rid of the mess
For the sake of my
We know they'll blame
They shouldn't have to see
of efforts
The best of their only son

Take my things, place on shelves
As small for everyone else
He stood so tall, but then he
Boxes full of ideas that I once

Make me in your back yard
on the mantle
I
When I'm gone will you out my intentions

What if I get to
To a sign reads, "No, your kind's not welcome"
Neither your questions
Good try, but you've heard how we here about intentions