Luyện nghe bài hát Uncorrected Proofs

The mirrors and the nods.
Dial tones and plates.
The words you choose.
Everything the too small to hold spills on to the dusk,
and the evening's fuse.
So you fumble for a voice and "Happy Birthday."
Read it to again.
The always end the same.
He stay and she won't run,
and fear is they're calling from.
Staunch the blood countless tiny cuts.
all out of bandages.
The rattle taunt.
through translucent shards of glass,
looking for a filament that lit the you want.
So you stumble for the phone, grasp the and pull.
Will your readership complain the always end the same?
She can't stay and he won't run, and is where they're calling from.
Afraid is you're calling from.