Luyện nghe bài hát True Story Of What Was

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

And outside sleep's open
Between the of rain
is writing a recipe book
For earthly pain

Oh, to up the clutter of echoes
Coming in and out of
spoken like locusts
Sing and sing in my

And thing is, they seem
In my long dream
To be
To the story of what was

Real is
of what you try
To say
Or say

Real is real
While words distract and
Words that their tune
Though the remains the same

that fill me quickly
And are slow to drain
Dialogues that down reminiscent
Of the way it to rain

Every screen, a screen
Oh, to
for a moment, the picture
Outside the

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

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

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

Just a of recollections
consisting
Of the kind of we make
we're trying to make a pen work again

A of them

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

I amend
I've ever said
With this