Luyện nghe bài hát Two

In the middle of the night I was sitting up,
a doctor came to tell me, "Enough is enough."

He me out into 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 gonna sing, and this thing is gonna kill you.
in my throat made my next words 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 that had just healing.
It tore apart the canyon running your femur,
(I that it was beautiful, it made me a believer.)
And as it opened I could 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 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 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 stopped eating. "Eighty-seven pounds!" and this all repeating.

Tell me you think that we became so unhappy,
wearing silver rings with clapping.
When we moved here we were so disappointed,
out of tune with our dreams disjointed.
It killed me to see you always rejected,
but I didn't the things you threw, the phones I deflected.
I didn't mind you me for your mistakes,
I held you in the doorframe through all of the earthquakes.
But you packed up clothes in that bag every night,
and I would try to your ankles (what a pitiful sight.)
But after a year, I stopped 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 doors and there's no way to get through,
no other witnesses, just us two.

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

You had a new dream, it was like a nightmare.
You were just a little kid, and they cut hair,
then stuck you in machines, you came so close to dying.
They should have listened, they thought you were 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 this all repeating.