Luyện nghe bài hát The Mute

Well, as a child I mostly spoke my head
I had with the clouds, the dogs, the dead
And they thought my broken, my tongue was coated lead

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

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

And through them days I was a ghost atop my
My dad considered me a cross he had to
And in my I'd sing apologies and stare
As my mom would hang the clothes across the
And she would try to keep the empty... her eyes