Luyện nghe bài hát The Twilight Hour

You're laying on your bed and making on the wall
It's too hot to move, outside your window
are driving home from work for the weekend
But you're waiting for the phone to
You're gonna tell her exactly 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, she's your life
And you've got to live in order to survive

You were independent but starved of affection
But now you've trapped by tenderness
And been beaten submission
It's now way the hour she usually phones
You've decided not to tell her little joke

Where could she have got to? Why is she you?
You on your side and run your fingers through your hair
Your scared of her and facing yourself

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

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