Luyện nghe bài hát Thank You

You me language as a gift, I turned it against you
I was stupid, I was young, I was hanged by my Judas
You shouldn't give weapons to kids that know better
I possibly understand that there's no such thing as forever
For every in the alphabet
You said 'em to a happy word, no matter how bad things get
I did my best, but the pickings got
I arrived at "X" and I had to think of synonyms
Weight 'em against the antonyms, I was hanging all the mannequins
Who are on a search for a person's amputated limbs
Almost offered up my own, trading in my and legs
You said learn to express yourself if you're stand for things
I stood up with that expression, stood up against everything you
I was stupid, I was adolescent, but I had lessons to cling on to
And I you to know how much it helped
Considering everything that I'd gone
It was a without periods, run on sentences were like binges
I was a comma with no cause, a rebel with no
Anxiety is no excuse once nothing left to separate
We could have connected, but
I was ignorant, out on the spacebar
The we drifted apart the closer
I to realizing just how amazing you are
Now that gone I'mma say it to the stars
'Till my words knock worlds off their axes and the collapses

Thank you for the matches, for the of fire
For the wood and the axe, for my ass
For the wheel if you didn't invent it
For the that you had on me, it's epic, thank you for the effort
For teaching me the even if I never make my way to "Z"
Even if I never do for someone else exactly you did for me
you

I was a stupid son of a gun initials carved into me
I was a stray, a runaway, afraid someday you'd me
So I scratched off the letters a pocket knife
It's how I loss my way when I was tossed the fray
This is not my life, who am I kidding, it's a thank you
Disguised as a apology for everything you taught to me
So awkwardly I the open microphone with everything that I wrote
Clear my throat, adjust the on my coat
As I crowds, microphones and boats and then I stroke
Whatever little ego I left, I should have left it at the alter
But I didn't I'm an idiot, self-deprecating author
With a paperback edition that worth a flip through
If I don't you the credit that you deserve
You edited the words from the grave and
From the first of sun raise at dawn
the moonbeam set blaze to my lawn
The universe collapses on my front
So we get to share in that moment, for just one
And upset, there's no more anger, there's no more sunsets
So I crawl back in the chamber, you can me up
You might as well, we had great communication before the tower

you for the matches, for the gift of fire
For the and the axe, for whooping my ass
For the wheel even if you didn't it
For the impact you had on me, it's epic, thank you for the effort
For me the ABC's even if I never make my way to "Z"
Even if I never do for someone else what you did for me
you

I'mma do my best, while you rest in