Luyện nghe bài hát Robert

Robert was a poet in a way you can
all the trashcans in the corner of his mind
leaving all the memories of what he had
now a wandering in heaven all the time

Robert was a hobo, living with the
every dime and more than a payment from the dirt
all his days without a balance on the line
now he's a wandering in heaven all the

he's not the same to you, the wrong, it can be right
now I see that life is the only way to die
And though he may not to you a keeper of the mind
All you did, was him inside

was a prophet, with a blade upon his shoes
The smile his face, never payed a single due
Though he was no god of any kind, his water turned to
now he's a wandering in all the time

Although he's not the same to you, the wrong, it can be
now I see that life is just the way to die
And though he may not look to you a of the mind
All you did, was him inside

Robert was a loner, every word on set
All the curtains closed before he got to bed
No never opened up to see the light
now he's a wandering in heaven all the

Although he's not the to you, the wrong, it can be right
now I see that is just the only way to die
And though he may not look to you a of the mind
All you did, was keeping him

All you did, was keeping him
All you did, was keeping you