Luyện nghe bài hát The Possum

Yesterday, I was working in my yard I saw a possum
Swinging in the and he was all beat up and hobbling
I got a look and his foot was mangled
I was woken up earlier by I thought was the cat tangled
But it was him who got it bad from the cat that
Slowly down the hill when he slipped the fence
I myself up to check him out; he found a nook under the air conditioner
I pointed him out to Caroline, she crouched down and he was and full of fear
And when she up, I asked, "Baby, why you crying?"
She said, "Because cute and he's down there and he's dying"

I went up to my room and I got a from Justin
He was in San Francisco and Godflesh was
Caroline me halfway there where I met Tony
And we drove to the city and we parked out in of the DNA
Justin and us, we had some laughs and we photographs backstage
And our guts were protruding and all of them and we kept laughing and laughing and laughing and laughing and laughing and laughing and laughing
Laughing and laughing and laughing and and laughing and laughing and laughing
Laughing and laughing and laughing and laughing and laughing and laughing and
and laughing and laughing and laughing and laughing and laughing and laughing

And when Godflesh took the stage, and I, we stood there floored
Drum machines hammered and feedback
For a moment, everybody grew
While Justin tuned his guitar; a church, it got so quiet
Just for a minute, and then all soared together
Like a car off a cliff, we crashed and burned and over and again and again
They threw hard guttural B-flats
[?] a tough Roberto "Hands of Stone" Durán in the seventh round
Davey Moore 16, 1983
Godflesh [?] like an Mark "Gator" Rogowski
Justin lunged at the mic a hungry grey white
He was on fire, it everything he had and killing it that night!
Tearing out his and it came to a screeching halt
A relentless and beautiful voice, a 70 assault
And then he bowed and he set his seven string electric guitar down
And screeched to holy hell and they and off went the crowd

Then we had pizza and I came to my apartment in the city
Until 4AM, I watched and my ears were ringing
And I Caroline out at the house
We about the concert, about the possum down in the nook

And the ocean air through my window
And the sound of foghorns, and when I woke
was down in LA
Tony had an house that day
And I out at Sausalito
And Caroline was on her way from Lake Tahoe
I got a from Paolo Sorrentino
I'd be off to Switzerland in a or so

Caroline came home that night and we had and watched HBO
And I'm grateful for her love and for my
And to have seen the possum walk its last along the island

I want to old and to walk my last walk
Knowing that I, too, it everything I got
But again it's all roadblocks and all I fought
For to live another day is much than to not
And I'd like to die music in my ears
The piano of Maurice or Godflesh's guttural growls from hell
The sound that good memories of being young and able to get around
And I'd like Caroline me

That old possum lost the
His sad, black eyes; what a thing to see on a Easter Sunday
But that was loved and he's still thought of
bells rang that day
I hearing them in the afternoon just as we left
He had to have heard too