Luyện nghe bài hát Recurring (II)

And you left.
I was sprawled out with palms of rust
From clawing at the Detroit-made frame of a 1990 Econoline
With the wind-screens just enough to spit through.
By now we know how it
Winter stays too long, we cancel plans it's gotten too cold.
But when the sun shines, this turns to gold.

I had that again.
Where my eyes are shut and I'm trying to read.

Where we dance until we
Walk until the fights had all
until the day was
Nights like that, sleep will find me.
But will we ever you again?
Will your letter ever reach my

I had dream again.
Where I shout name at the figure across the street and the traffic blares.
I think that I could have done a better job to surround myself with all of the people have done me well.
I'm just a little white man with the little white lies I tell to repress who it felt.
Because it feels like my life I've been waiting to go home.
So do I go?