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 into the (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 my feet and raining down from the ceiling,
it opened up the scars 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 could hear you howling from 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 your

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

Tell me when you think that we so unhappy,
wearing rings with nobody clapping.
When we moved here together we so disappointed,
sleeping out of tune our dreams disjointed.
It me to see you getting always rejected,
but I didn't mind the you threw, the phones I deflected.
I didn't mind you blaming me for mistakes,
I just you in the doorframe through all of the earthquakes.
But you packed up your clothes in bag every night,
and I try to grab your 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 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 people in one small room,
from your two tearing at you,
two ways to the story (no one worries),
two silver rings on our in a hurry,
two people inside your brain,
two people that I'm the one to blame,
two voices coming out of your mouth,
while I'm too cold to care and too to shout.

You had a new dream, it was more 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, they thought that you lying.
Daddy was an asshole, he you up, built the gears in your head,
now he greases them up. And no one paid attention you just stopped eating. "Eighty-seven pounds!" and this all bears repeating.