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 the hall (I could have sworn it was haunted),
and told me something that I didn't know that I to hear:
That was nothing that I could do to save you,
the choir's gonna sing, and this is gonna kill you.
in my throat 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 opened up the that had just finished healing.
It tore apart the running 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 hall the hurricane blew.
I reappeared and tried to give you something for the pain,
you came to hating me again and just sang your

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 that you were lying.
Daddy was an asshole, he fucked you up, the gears in your head,
now he them up. And no one paid attention when you just stopped eating. "Eighty-seven pounds!" and this all bears repeating.

Tell me you think that we became so unhappy,
wearing silver rings nobody clapping.
When we moved together we were so disappointed,
sleeping out of tune our dreams disjointed.
It killed me to see you always rejected,
but I didn't mind the you threw, the phones I deflected.
I didn't you blaming 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 your ankles (what a pitiful sight.)
But after over a year, I stopped trying to stop you 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 one's 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 tell the (no one worries),
two silver rings on our in a hurry,
two talking inside your brain,
two people that I'm the one to blame,
two different voices out of your 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 little kid, and cut your hair,
then they you in machines, you came so close to dying.
They have listened, they thought that you were lying.
Daddy was an asshole, he fucked you up, built the gears in head,
now he greases up. And no one paid attention when you just stopped eating. "Eighty-seven pounds!" and this all bears repeating.