Luyện nghe bài hát The Mute

Well, as a child I mostly spoke inside my
I had conversations the clouds, the dogs, the dead
And they thought my broken, that my tongue was lead

But I just couldn't make my make sense to them
If you only listen with your ears... I get in

And I spent my pullin' stars out of the sky
And I'd arrange them on the where I would lie
And in the wind I'd the dreams of distant lives
And I dress myself up in them through the night
my folks would sleep in separate beds... and wonder why

And through them I was a ghost atop my chair
My dad me a cross he had to bear
And in my head I'd sing and stare
As my mom hang the clothes across the line
And she would try to keep the empty... from her