Luyện nghe bài hát Sounds Familiar

We emerged from youth all wide-eyed the rest
Shedding skin than skin can grow
And armed hammers, feathers, blunt knives
Words to meet and to define and to, but you must

The same games that we played in dirt, in dusty yards
found a higher pitch and broader scale than we feared possible
And someone must be picked last, and one must bruise and one fail

And still twitching bird was so deceived by a window
So we fondly, we dug deep
And threw its plumage and frantic black eyes in a hole
And then rushed out to something new, so we could bury that too

The first of lives almost made us give up altogether
Pushed towards forms of self immolation that seemed so original
I must, we must never stop watching the sky our hands in our pockets
Stop peering in windows when we know doors are
yelling small stories and bad jokes and sorrows

And my will scratch to yell many more
But before I spill the things I to hide away
Or gouge my eyes with platitudes of
I'll the urge for permanence and certainty
Crouch down and scrawl my name with in wet cement