Luyện nghe bài hát Thank You

You gave me language as a gift, I turned it you
I was stupid, I was young, I was by my Judas tongue
You shouldn't give weapons to kids don't know better
I can't possibly understand that there's no such as forever
For every in the alphabet
You said connect 'em to a word, no matter how bad things get
I did my best, but the got slim
Once I at "X" and I had to think of synonyms
Weight 'em the antonyms, I was hanging with all the mannequins
Who are on a constant search for a amputated limbs
Almost offered up my own, trading in my arms and
You said learn to express yourself if you're gonna stand for
I stood up with expression, stood up against everything including you
I was stupid, I was adolescent, but I had your lessons to on to
And I want you to how much it helped
Considering everything that I'd gone
It was a period without periods, run on were like binges
I was a comma with no cause, a rebel no clause
is no excuse once there's nothing left to separate
We could connected, but didn't
I was ignorant, passed out on the
The we drifted apart the closer
I came to realizing just how you are
Now that you're gone I'mma say it to the
'Till my words worlds off their axes and the universe collapses

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

I was a stupid son of a gun with initials into me
I was a stray, a runaway, afraid you'd shoot me
So I off the letters with a pocket knife
It's how I loss my way when I was tossed into the
This is not my life, who am I kidding, it's a thank you
as a written apology for everything you taught to me
So awkwardly I approach the open microphone with everything I wrote
Clear my throat, adjust the collar on my
As I rock crowds, and boats and then I stroke
Whatever little ego I have left, I have left it at the alter
But I didn't I'm an idiot, self-deprecating author
With a edition that isn't worth a flip through
If I don't give you the credit you deserve
You edited the words from the grave and
From the first of sun raise at dawn
Till the moonbeam set to my lawn
The universe collapses on my steps
So we get to in that moment, for just one moment
And nobody's upset, there's no anger, there's no more sunsets
So I back in the chamber, you can shoot me up
You might as well, we had great communication before the tower

you for the matches, for the gift of fire
For the wood and the axe, for my ass
For the wheel even if you invent it
For the impact that you had on me, it's epic, 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'mma do my best, you rest in peace