Luyện nghe bài hát The Floor

I can being seven years old
Having goldfish that circuled in a bowl
I watch the forest burn
and listen to the wind
I the table, the drapes, and the window
The dark brown everything: decoration,
Most of all, I can remember my smiling
out and faded, my hometown was scrappy
More anything she wanted us to be happy
Little to eat and back and forth to the
She was right, it's better to be if possible
But the old man was under and was weak
And continued to us several times a week
He lived like a even though we were piss poor
I tried to be and careful what I wished for
My ached, my inside stung
The long leather belt had replaced his
Not how to run or how
to hit the
A white fence was built
a pit of snakes
Both a and frightening,
the and the lightning
These the sounds and sights
of a fights
My mother, the poor fish, eternal
Charades and parades, for the inferno
to be happy, beaten all the while
Asking me "Why don't you ever smile?"
And she'd me how to do it,
and wife
It was the saddest smile I saw in my life
It worse than death but for her sake I tried
And one day all of those goldfish
Hurricane, fire, out of control
Eyes open, floating on the in the bowl
And when my father home,
he walked the door
And threw fish to the cat
on the floor
And the wind died too and I was still a
And the three of us watched as my smiled