Luyện nghe bài hát Walls

(aka Month)

I'm by walls
They grow closer when I
And the ceiling
When I try to up on my feet

I'm for doors
But they when I breathe
are plenty of floors
But they hold me
How can it be?

all sweet things go sour?
Do all have an end?
Every hour
I long to bring him back

In a room
I make-believe I'm bound
Wear my best
everyone around
I'm not what I

I'm as under a
and no-one can tell
Had I known