Luyện nghe bài hát Two Violins, Which Are Meant To Represent The Forest

Nowhere you'd be than fifteen blocks away
Tonight embracing it, tomorrow, who's to say
Deem love but the real world don't work that way
When we it, we don't know what to say
She tells her roommates not, not to take your
The severed heads line the bed, their names all in the wall
It's just not cool to act like a big deal
She tells her not to take your call
You hear her telling from the hall
Sloppy kids get drunk and drive cars
Big Wheels, it's no big deal, it's no big deal
We create images to make our lives seem
We stumble through our rooms in of a life worth living
But what good does image do when tired and unforgiving?
The books you've read next to bed, the words all roll in your mouth
Even if you could say just what you do you think you could work it out?
She tells her roommates not to your call
You hear her telling them the hall
You hang up slow scared as
She's not kidding, this is
Nowhere you'd rather be than to a line to her
Tonight try again, as for tomorrow, you're not sure