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

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