Luyện nghe bài hát Wednesday

There was something in the envelope she him
That weighed more to him than paper and ink
It had the of something darker and a hint of something sweet
And a extra glue right on the tip

There was something in the pain that shot through him
As he climbed up to the place he called his
They say, every man's should be his palace
But his stank of cat shit and alone

So he it and found a faded picture
Of a girl, he's never met but seen
Like a memory of a dream from childhood
Like a virgin's idea of

She said, "I can bend my until they're backward
But you can't bend your will to take in
And I hold my breath until next Wednesday
And be doing fine"

He was sad in ways that he couldn't her
she tried to make his sadness all her own
He couldn't see the use in sadness
So he took his dark depression and went

She saw things in him that he never
But it wasn't to save either one of them
Because she all that sadness one step further
And him all alone to face the end