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 hall (I could have it was haunted),
and told me something that I didn't know that I wanted to
there was nothing that I could do to save you,
the choir's 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.
There was glass inside my feet and raining from the ceiling,
it up the scars that had just finished 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 hear you howling your room,
but I hid out in the until the hurricane blew.
When I reappeared and to give you something for the pain,
you to hating me again and just sang your refrain:

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

Tell me you think that we became so unhappy,
wearing silver rings with clapping.
When we moved here together we 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 through all of the earthquakes.
But you packed up clothes in that bag every night,
and I would try to grab your (what a pitiful sight.)
But after over a year, I stopped to stop you from 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 one's 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 living in one small room,
from your two tearing at you,
two ways to the story (no one worries),
two silver on our fingers in a hurry,
two people talking inside brain,
two people that I'm the one to blame,
two different coming 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 just a little kid, and they cut your hair,
they 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 when you just stopped eating. "Eighty-seven pounds!" and this all bears repeating.