Luyện nghe bài hát Red... (Em)

In the room, on the red wall Rosalyn,
and the scent from the petals of the flowers the room but you are not here.

On the velvet sofa as the dreams turned to ashes quietly
I watch a local movie. The reason to is seeing you on screen.

The lamp still shines red.
Goodbye... My to my Vivian-scented girl.

The decorations of in the sink, the black and white picture cries.
What you see is everything and no reason to that.

Cut down your wings.
It's on you.
Cut down discomfort wings.
To a tomorrow that be reached.

Children sing the church choir at the newly church.
When ever I past it, my heart screams.

There's no the Past, the Present, or the Future.
Will the believers be led to salvation? That's stupid.

Why can't we be Why can't it be?

The merry go round that goes around and and around has dried you up.
I hold in my sweaty hand, a of you and an ice pick.

Cut down discomfort wings.
Be freer.
Cut your discomfort wings.
But keep the closed.