Luyện nghe bài hát Two

In the middle of the night I was sleeping up,
when a doctor 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 to hear:
That there was that I could 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 glass inside my feet and down from the ceiling,
it opened up the scars that had finished healing.
It tore the canyon running down your femur,
(I thought that it was beautiful, it me a believer.)
And as it opened I could you howling from your room,
but I hid out in the hall the hurricane blew.
When I reappeared and to give you something for the pain,
you came to hating me again and just sang your

You had a new dream, it was like a nightmare.
You were just a little kid, and they cut 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 in your head,
now he greases up. And no one paid attention when you just stopped eating. "Eighty-seven pounds!" and this all bears repeating.

Tell me when you that we became so unhappy,
wearing silver rings with 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 mind the things you threw, the phones I deflected.
I didn't you blaming 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 ankles (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. no one's gonna 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.

There's two people living in one room,
your two half-families tearing at you,
two to tell the story (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 coming out of mouth,
while I'm too cold to care and too to shout.

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