Luyện nghe bài hát The Mute

Well, as a child I spoke inside my head
I had conversations with the clouds, the dogs, the
And thought my broken, that my tongue was coated lead

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

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

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