Luyện nghe bài hát Two

In the middle of the night I was sitting 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 nothing I could do to save you,
the choir's gonna sing, and thing 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 feet and down from the ceiling,
it opened up the scars had just finished healing.
It apart the canyon running down your femur,
(I thought it was beautiful, it made me a believer.)
And as it opened I hear 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 me again and just sang your refrain:

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

Tell me when you think that we so unhappy,
wearing silver rings with clapping.
When we moved here together we so disappointed,
sleeping out of with our dreams disjointed.
It killed me to see you getting rejected,
but I didn't mind the things you threw, the I deflected.
I didn't mind you 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 your (what a pitiful sight.)
But after over a year, I stopped trying to stop you from stomping out 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 open doors and no way to get through,
no other witnesses, just us two.

There's two living in one small room,
from your two tearing at you,
two to tell the story (no one worries),
two silver rings on our in a hurry,
two people talking inside brain,
two believing that I'm the one to blame,
two voices coming out of your mouth,
while I'm too to care and too sick to shout.

You had a new dream, it was more a nightmare.
You were just a little kid, and they cut hair,
then stuck you in machines, you came so close to dying.
should have listened, they thought that you were lying.
Daddy was an asshole, he you up, built 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.