Luyện nghe bài hát There Are Maybe Ten Or Twelve

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

Make of that you will
Make of what you will

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

of that what you will
Make of that you will

And the eyes they were a I can't remember
Which says more the first two verses
And it is the devil you know that will slam the harder

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