Luyện nghe bài hát There Are Maybe Ten Or Twelve

There are maybe ten or twelve things I could you
After that, well, I think on your own
And that wasn't the opening line it was the or the twelfth

Make of that what you
Make of that you will

Once there was a haunted loop of your deep, fallen
A forehead resting on a shelf
Amid moving stacked I'm still waiting for the right words

Make of what you will
Make of what you will

And the eyes they a color I can't remember
Which says more than the first two
And it is the devil you know will slam the door harder

Make of what you will
Make of that what you
Make of what you will
of that what you will