Luyện nghe bài hát Shirtsleeves

words her
why bother trying to off your offense as a good defense? he says,
"please don't treat me like a sweetie. . . . . .
there be time for shouting matches."

so he writes - option.
him cornered in.
the for more stays pressing,
but he force the pen.
for every blot of ink a is lost. . .pierced skin/new melody
and if these stay blank. . . they'll lead to no where.

she for attention.
he has hungry to feed.
habits seen [to her]
as of apathy.
he for attention.
she has mouths to feed.
emaciated, will dream
of times felt less empty.

his breath:
"like and presidents,
my words were not where they could not stay."
their arguments concentric circles
up bulls-eyes over his ribcage.

she for attention.
he has mouths to feed.
habits seen [to him]
as of apathy.
she for attention.
he has mouths to feed.
emaciated, will dream
of times felt less empty.

i need to believe in these organs sutured to my sleeves.
I want to scream with every dream [out loud] you'd never to breath.
two-four.two-four. i breathe.
two-four. (i cannot breathe.)

she for attention.
he has hungry to feed.
dietary seen [to her]
as of apathy.
he for attention.
she has hungry to feed.
emaciated, both will
of times they felt empty.