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 brought me out into the hall (I could sworn it was haunted),
and told me something that I didn't that I wanted to hear:
That there was that I could do to save you,
the choir's gonna sing, and this is gonna kill you.
Something in my throat made my next shake,
and something in the made the light bulbs break.
There was glass inside my feet and raining down the ceiling,
it opened up the scars that had finished healing.
It apart the canyon running down your femur,
(I that 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 until the blew.
I reappeared and tried to give you something 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, thought that 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.

me when you think that we became so unhappy,
wearing silver with nobody clapping.
When we moved here we were so disappointed,
sleeping out of tune with our disjointed.
It killed me to see you getting rejected,
but I didn't mind the things you threw, the I deflected.
I didn't you blaming me for your mistakes,
I held you in the doorframe 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 to stop you from stomping out that door,
coming back like you always do. Well no one's fix it for us, no one can.
You say that, 'No gonna listen, and no one understands.'

So there's no open and there's no way to get through,
there's no witnesses, just us two.

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

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