Luyện nghe bài hát This Is A Fire Door Never Leave Open

Headlights race towards the corner of the room.
Half illuminate a before they disappear.
You breathe in years of failing to describe a feeling.
I breathe out smoke against the window, trace the letters in name.
Our sound the same;
full of all our that isn't change at all.
All straight circle sometime.
You said "Somewhere there's a box of replacement parts
to all the tenderness we've or let rust away.
Somewhere sympathy is than just a way of leaving.
Somewhere says 'I'm sorry.'
Someone's plans to stay."
So tell me okay.
me anything, or show me there's a pull,
unassailable, will lead you there,
from the dark, alone, benevolence you've never known,
or you knew when you were and can't remember.
a small knife tears out those sloppy seams,
and the silence knows what you means,
and your (as mixed as you can make them)
are linked, days, together.
I still trains at night, when the wind is right.
I everything, lick
and thread this string that never mend you
or tailor more than a of a kitchen floor,
or the fire-door we kept propping open.
And I this place; the enormous sky,
and the faces, hands that I'm by,
so why I forgive these buildings,
frameworks labeled "Home"?