Luyện nghe bài hát The Story

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

So they all her belongings
To kill loneliness night falls
And the they used to sleep in
Stood there blushing from the naked
And with every dress thrown into
He would her more than he ever did
And with every ruby
He felt in his own guilt.

So he wrote an awkward
From the of his fragile heart;
See, I never thought I you
But the silence tore me
With your death in all it's
There's no for me to live
I remember there's a
Of a man to grieve..