Luyện nghe bài hát The Farewell Party

"Bon Voyage"
And he hung up the phone
There was a doorbell
So he snuck out the terrace
He said "If these my last words,
would they even print?
If all I had to say was simply said
by old heretics."
These words are
off of memory
And no one's
...HEY...

dawns
All the champagne is
All that's left is left
Doorbells, still

"Since you're
was it a out heart?
It seems like you've been for some wordly position.
Somewhere you can curl up in a ball."

It seems the collapses
In the mother's
The place of
we're all condemned
It's the warm, sad, end
for salvation of a terrace
Drunk, tired, and
Farewell dead

words are second-hand
dry
They're lies
They're cheap old
Who wasted their
In search of the warmest