Luyện nghe bài hát The Story

I there's a story
Of a woman to death
She called up her kids and
I won't come home today
And I come home tomorrow
No I won't on Saturday
And I won't get there on
No I come on Mother's day.

So they all her belongings
To loneliness when night falls
And the room they used to in
there blushing from the naked walls
And with every dress thrown into
He would want her more he ever did
And with ruby lipstick
He felt in his own guilt.

So he wrote an letter
From the bottom of his fragile
See, I thought I loved you
But the tore me apart
With your in all it's glory
There's no for me to live
I there's a story
Of a man to grieve..