Luyện nghe bài hát There Are Maybe Ten Or Twelve

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

Make of that you will
of that what you will

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

Make of that what you
of that 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 that slam the door harder

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