Luyện nghe bài hát Two

In the middle of the night I was sitting up,
a doctor came to tell me, "Enough is enough."

He brought me out into the hall (I have sworn it was haunted),
and told me something that I didn't that I wanted to hear:
That there was nothing that I do to save you,
the choir's gonna sing, and this thing is gonna you.
Something in my throat made my next shake,
and something in the made the light bulbs break.
There was inside my feet and raining down from the ceiling,
it up the scars that had just finished healing.
It apart the canyon running down your femur,
(I thought it was beautiful, it made me a believer.)
And as it opened I could hear you howling your room,
but I hid out in the hall the hurricane blew.
When I reappeared and tried to you something for the pain,
you came to hating me again and just sang refrain:

You had a new dream, it was like a nightmare.
You were just a kid, and they cut your hair,
then they stuck you in machines, you so close to dying.
They should listened, they thought that you were lying.
Daddy was an asshole, he fucked you up, built the gears in head,
now he greases them up. And no one attention when you just stopped eating. "Eighty-seven pounds!" and this all bears repeating.

Tell me when you think that we so unhappy,
wearing rings with nobody clapping.
When we moved here together we so disappointed,
sleeping out of with our dreams disjointed.
It me to see you getting always rejected,
but I mind the things you threw, the phones I deflected.
I mind you blaming me for your mistakes,
I held you in the doorframe through all of the earthquakes.
But you up your clothes in that bag every night,
and I would try to grab your (what a pitiful sight.)
But after over a year, I trying to stop you from stomping out that door,
coming back like you always do. Well no one's fix it for us, no one can.
You say that, 'No gonna listen, and no one understands.'

So no open doors and there's no way to get through,
there's no witnesses, just us two.

two people living in one small room,
from your two tearing at you,
two to tell the story (no one worries),
two silver rings on our in a hurry,
two talking inside your brain,
two people believing I'm the one to blame,
two different voices out of your mouth,
I'm too cold to care and too sick to shout.

You had a new dream, it was like a nightmare.
You were just a kid, and they cut your hair,
then they you in machines, you came so close to dying.
They should listened, they thought that you were lying.
Daddy was an asshole, he you up, built the gears in your head,
now he greases them up. And no one paid attention when you stopped eating. "Eighty-seven pounds!" and this all bears repeating.