Luyện nghe bài hát Uncorrected Proofs

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