Luyện nghe bài hát Sounds Familiar

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

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

And that still twitching 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 kill new, so we could bury that too

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

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