Luyện nghe bài hát Reconstruction Site

I'm lost, I'm
A frayed rope down a leaky boat
To the roof of a car on the in the dark
And snowing

If I'm more, it means less
Last call for
I'm dress near the back of your knees
And your slip is

I'm
Afloat in a parade
Up the street in the town you were born in
With a girl at the top, wearing

And a Miss sash
Waving the queen
Beauty's another word
I'm never certain how to

Go tell the nurse to the TV back on
And throw away my
It meant that much to me
It never sent a Well' card

I broke like a bad joke somebody's told
At a reception in 1972
Where a little boy under a table with in his hair
Stared at the feet as they danced and swayed

And his father laughed and on the long ride home
And his mother laughed and talked on the long ride
And he thought how everyone dies someday
And when tomorrow here, where will yesterday be?

And fell asleep in his brand-new winter
Buy me a shiny new machine that on lies and gasoline
And all those we stole from smoke-alarms
And my despair

It never me anywhere
It once bought me a drink