Luyện nghe bài hát True Story Of What Was

The blue flickering rhythm
Of the neighbor's big TV
Is basking on the
Of another spree

And outside sleep's open
the drops of rain
History is a recipe book
For every earthly

Oh, to clean up the of echoes
in and out of focus
Words spoken like
Sing and sing in my

And is, they often seem
In my memory's dream
To be
To the true story of was

Real is
of what you try
To say
Or say

Real is real
While words and dismay
Words that change their
Though the story remains the

Words that me quickly
And then are to drain
Dialogues dither down reminiscent
Of the way it to rain

Every screen, a smoke
Oh, to
Just for a moment, the
Outside the

in a flash, the light blue horizon
Spanning a sudden
Is sucked into the vanishing
And quiet back

To search for the
In a symphony
To search in the
For someone who like me

I'm not really who I said I was
Or who I I'd be

Just a collection of
consisting
Of the kind of marks we
When we're trying to make a pen again

A lifetime of

I say to me, now listening
I say to the
That sing and to me sitting
Now here on the front swing of my eyes

I hereby
Whatever I've ever
With sigh