Luyện nghe bài hát The Story

I there's a story
Of a woman sentenced to
She called up her and husband
Said I won't come today
And I won't come home
No I won't come on
And I won't get on Christmas
No I come on Mother's day.

So they all her belongings
To kill loneliness when night
And the room used to sleep in
Stood there blushing the naked walls
And with every thrown into fire
He would her more than he ever did
And with every lipstick
He felt in his own guilt.

So he wrote an letter
From the of his fragile heart;
See, I never thought I you
But the tore me apart
With death in all it's glory
no time for me to live
I remember a story
Of a man to grieve..