Luyện nghe bài hát The Twilight Hour

You're laying on your bed and making shadows on the
It's almost too hot to move, outside window
People are driving home work for the weekend
But you're waiting for the phone to
You're tell her exactly what you think

You practice your mouth around the words
explain the way you feel, you've been scared to show
Your real self, in case she doesn't what she sees
You've been a prostitute to humility, invaded your life
And you've got to live apart in to survive

You emotionally independent but starved of affection
But now you've been by tenderness
And been beaten into
It's now way past the she usually phones
You've not to tell her your little joke

Where could she got to? Why is she torturing you?
You roll on your side and run your fingers your hair
scared of losing her and facing yourself

A red sky at night may be a delight
But you're cutting chunks from your and rubbing the meat
Into your eyes, she can't leave you now, you've up
All your friends, you're relying on her for independence
She leave you here alone and defenseless

You're relying on her for your
relying on her for your independence