Luyện nghe bài hát Two

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

He brought me out the hall (I could have sworn it was haunted),
and told me something that I didn't know that I wanted to
That there was nothing I could do to save you,
the choir's gonna sing, and this thing is kill you.
Something in my throat made my words shake,
and something in the wires the light bulbs break.
There was glass inside my feet and raining from the ceiling,
it opened up the scars that had just healing.
It apart the canyon running down your femur,
(I that 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 you something for the pain,
you came to hating me again and sang your refrain:

You had a new dream, it was more a nightmare.
You were just a kid, and they cut your hair,
then stuck you in machines, you came so close to dying.
They should 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 you just stopped eating. "Eighty-seven pounds!" and this all bears repeating.

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

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

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

You had a new dream, it was like a nightmare.
You were just a little kid, and they cut hair,
then they you in machines, you came so close to dying.
They should have listened, they 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 paid attention when you just eating. "Eighty-seven pounds!" and this all bears repeating.