Luyện nghe bài hát The Twilight Hour

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

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

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

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

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

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