Luyện nghe bài hát Two

In the middle of the I was sleeping 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 that I didn't know that I wanted to hear:
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 my next words shake,
and something in the wires the light bulbs break.
There was glass inside my and raining down from the ceiling,
it opened up the scars had just finished healing.
It tore apart the running down your femur,
(I thought it was beautiful, it made me a believer.)
And as it I could hear you howling from your room,
but I hid out in the hall the hurricane blew.
When I and tried to give you something for the pain,
you came to me again and just sang your refrain:

You had a new dream, it was more a nightmare.
You were just a little kid, and cut your hair,
then they stuck you in machines, you so close to dying.
They should have listened, 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.

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

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

There's two living in one small room,
from your two tearing at you,
two ways to tell the (no one worries),
two rings on our fingers in a hurry,
two people inside your brain,
two believing that 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 more a nightmare.
You were just a little kid, and cut your hair,
then stuck you in machines, you came so close to dying.
They should have listened, they thought that you lying.
was an asshole, he fucked you up, built the gears in your head,
now he greases them up. And no one paid attention when you just eating. "Eighty-seven pounds!" and this all bears repeating.