Luyện nghe bài hát Sounds Familiar

We from youth all wide-eyed like the rest
skin faster than skin can grow
And with 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 bruise and one must fail

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

The first chapters of lives almost made us give up
Pushed towards forms of self immolation that seemed so original
I must, we must never stop watching the sky with our hands in our
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
I'll drown the urge for and certainty
down and scrawl my name with yours in wet cement