Luyện nghe bài hát Sundays And Holidays

What do you in the back seat?
Traveling through the yellow state
Am I too slow to my thoughts to words
To turn meaningless to
Am I too down to smell and sound
To tell dull from

Let the sad winter turn slow to my future
And the cool dark air cover me in my bed
angels, men and mothers
Get to spend Sundays and holidays
Where curtains hide the ugly scenes
the rest of us

What's inside the brick walls of
window screens
Hospital, not a love
Hospital, not a ocean