Luyện nghe bài hát The Pocket Orchestra's Death Song

When Nana asked the pocket orchestra to and play for her
I know how to tell her they had broken up again
Who was for but a lone trumpeter?

And so he played an air that hung like a childhood
She was fooled, but nonetheless she told him it was very good
Empty as evening, I dropped him to

And I was, with no one to my name anymore
Alone by years of streamlining
Redialling a number I had kept to order

There is a shallow cutout water
That's by three-story structures
A ghost pleading his case by them, yeah

That evening, my eyes were
The assaulted the palate
The ghost knew I had to her
And a song came to life