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 have sworn it was haunted),
and told me something that I didn't know that I wanted to
That there was nothing that I do to save you,
the choir's gonna sing, and this is gonna kill you.
Something in my made 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 up the scars that had just finished healing.
It tore apart the canyon down your femur,
(I thought that it was beautiful, it me a believer.)
And as it opened I hear you howling from your room,
but I hid out in the until the hurricane blew.
When I reappeared and tried to give you for the pain,
you came to hating me again and just sang 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, they thought 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.

Tell me you think that we became so unhappy,
wearing silver with nobody clapping.
we moved here together we were so disappointed,
sleeping out of tune our dreams disjointed.
It killed me to see you always rejected,
but I mind the things you threw, the phones I deflected.
I mind you blaming me for your mistakes,
I just you in the doorframe through all of the earthquakes.
But you packed up your in that 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 no open doors and there's no way to get through,
no other witnesses, just us two.

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