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

Headlights race towards the corner of the room.
illuminate a face before they disappear.
You breathe in forty years of to describe a feeling.
I out smoke against the window, trace the letters in your name.
Our sound the same;
full of all our changing that change at all.
All straight circle sometime.
You said "Somewhere a box full of replacement parts
to all the tenderness broken or let rust away.
sympathy is more than just a way of leaving.
Somewhere says 'I'm sorry.'
making 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 that you've known,
or you when you were four and can't remember.
Where a small 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 hear at night, when the wind is right.
I remember everything,
and thread this string that will never you
or tailor than a memory of a kitchen floor,
or the fire-door that we propping open.
And I love place; the enormous sky,
and the faces, hands that I'm by,
so why I forgive these buildings,
these labeled "Home"?