Luyện nghe bài hát Two

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

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

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

Tell me when you think that we so unhappy,
wearing silver rings nobody clapping.
When we here together we were so disappointed,
sleeping out of tune with our disjointed.
It me to see you getting always rejected,
but I didn't mind the things you threw, the I deflected.
I didn't you blaming me for your mistakes,
I held you in the doorframe through all of the earthquakes.
But you packed up your clothes in that bag night,
and I would try to your ankles (what a pitiful sight.)
But after a year, I stopped trying to stop you from stomping out that door,
coming back you always do. Well no one's gonna fix it for us, no one can.
You say that, 'No one's listen, and no one understands.'

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

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

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