Luyện nghe bài hát Sounds Familiar

We from youth all wide-eyed like the rest
Shedding skin faster than can grow
And armed with hammers, feathers, knives
Words to and to define and to, but you must know

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

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

The first chapters of lives made us give up altogether
Pushed towards tired of self immolation that seemed so original
I must, we must stop watching the sky with our hands in our pockets
Stop peering in windows we know doors are shut
Stop small stories and bad jokes and sorrows

And my voice will scratch to yell many
But I spill the things I mean to hide away
Or gouge my eyes with platitudes of
drown the urge for permanence and certainty
Crouch down and scrawl my name with yours in wet