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:
there was nothing that I could do to save you,
the choir's gonna sing, and this is gonna kill you.
Something in my made my next words shake,
and in the wires made the light bulbs break.
There was glass inside my and raining down from the ceiling,
it opened up the scars that had finished healing.
It tore apart the running down your femur,
(I thought that it was beautiful, it me a believer.)
And as it I could hear you howling from your room,
but I hid out in the hall until the blew.
When I reappeared and tried to you something for the pain,
you came to hating me again and just sang refrain:

You had a new dream, it was like a nightmare.
You were a little kid, and they cut your hair,
then they stuck you in machines, you 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,
silver rings with nobody clapping.
When we moved here together we so disappointed,
out of tune with our dreams disjointed.
It me to see you getting always rejected,
but I mind the things you threw, the phones I deflected.
I mind you blaming me for your mistakes,
I held you in the doorframe through all of the earthquakes.
But you packed up your in that 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 no open doors and there's no way to get through,
there's no other witnesses, us two.

There's two people living in one room,
from two half-families tearing at you,
two ways to the story (no one worries),
two silver rings on our in a hurry,
two talking inside your brain,
two believing 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 a little kid, and they 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, built the 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.