Luyện nghe bài hát Wake

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

Spring and Thompson on the 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 that she come home.
It was easier to lock the doors and the phones than to show my skin,
because the hardest is never to repent for someone else,
it's letting in.

Well you can come inside, unlock the door, off your shoes.
But might take 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 that you didn't bother the airlift or the rescue
- you knew what to expect.

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

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

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