Luyện nghe bài hát The last word

It's good to see you back
I don't deserve to know where you have
I tried to cure with a bitter pill
Unkindness was confusing, I'm reading still

We both lament when our bed that night
Like a faltering prize fighter my was one horrific sight
I implored the to halt my bout
"Let me myself, don't drag it out"

But now I'm to say
Every opens with a key
It's your call what the morning
You are the bird
You get the word
Come in and your wings

We smelled a rose and had to have all
Held them much too tightly, the petals fall
Lost sight of the magic charm they adorn
Dreams were left with much less than thorn

In search of truth, we our Zen
There were hours of second guessing what might have
The longer we lost in a self-made maze
Shorter seemed our love from preceding