Luyện nghe bài hát Wake

With the door closed, drawn, the world shrinks.
open up those blinds. But someone has to sweep the floor,
pick up her dirty clothes. That not mine.
Now everyone's an enemy, my heart sinks.
put away those claws.
I don't them for their curtain-calls because I pulled the rope.
I call them back out for applause.

and Thompson on the first of May is horrible.
We hid in catacombs. So now I'm next to mousetraps,
in a bed of all our clothes, while I hope she won't come home.
It was easier to lock the doors and kill the phones to show my skin,
because the hardest thing is never to repent for else,
it's letting in.

Well you can come inside, the door, take off your shoes.
But this might all night,
to explain to you I would have out those sliding doors,
but the timing seemed right.
your helicopter came and tried to lift me out,
I put its rope my neck.
And after you didn't bother with the airlift or the rescue
- you knew just to expect.

That the door closed,
shades drawn, dead enough.
They don't from outside.
And has to speak with their teeth behind their tongue,
to never let that be denied.
We can't on photographs and visitation time,
but I just don't know to begin.
I bust down the door,
if willing to forgive.
I've go the keys, I'm letting in.

be scared to speak,
don't with someone's tooth,
don't when you're weak,
don't take sharp abuse.
patients can't be saved, but that burden's not on you.

Don't let anyone tell you you deserve that.
Don't ever let tell you you deserve that.
Don't let anyone tell you you deserve that.
Don't let anyone tell you you deserve that.
Don't ever let anyone tell you you that.
Don't let anyone tell you you deserve that.
Don't ever let tell you you deserve that.
ever let anyone tell you you deserve that.