Luyện nghe bài hát Two

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

He brought me out into the hall (I could have it was haunted),
and told me something that I know that I wanted to hear:
That there was nothing that I could do to you,
the gonna sing, and this thing is gonna kill you.
Something in my made my next words shake,
and something in the wires made the bulbs break.
was glass inside my feet and raining down from the ceiling,
it opened up the scars that had finished healing.
It tore apart the running down your femur,
(I that it was beautiful, it made me a believer.)
And as it opened I hear you howling from your room,
but I hid out in the hall until the blew.
I reappeared and tried to give you something for the pain,
you came to hating me again and just your refrain:

You had a new dream, it was more a nightmare.
You were just a little kid, and they cut 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 you think that we became so unhappy,
wearing silver rings with clapping.
When we moved here we were so disappointed,
out of tune with our dreams disjointed.
It killed me to see you getting rejected,
but I mind the things you threw, the phones I deflected.
I didn't mind you blaming me for mistakes,
I just held you in the doorframe all of the earthquakes.
But you up your clothes in that bag every night,
and I would try to grab your ankles (what a sight.)
But over 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 gonna listen, and no one understands.'

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

There's two people living in one room,
from two half-families tearing at you,
two ways to the story (no one worries),
two silver on our fingers in a hurry,
two talking inside your brain,
two people that 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 more 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 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 paid attention when you stopped eating. "Eighty-seven pounds!" and this all bears repeating.