Luyện nghe bài hát The Mute

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

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

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

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