Luyện nghe bài hát Sounds Familiar

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

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

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

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

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