Luyện nghe bài hát When I Was A Bandage

I can't count and I can't straight
I you this afternoon
Now it's raining so I think sleep in late
I think of anything to do

And I could say I'm not
But find out anyway

Little bits of cloud, go on and your lip
I was a bandage when you lost your tourniquet
a singing boy whose songs were worn
Like zippered waiting to be born
to be born, waiting to be

All the doctors and all the
Insurance men keep you
All the times I should been there
Keeping hope your bed at night

So when I tell you I'm not
I'm just pretending someone is home

bits of cloud, go on and bite your lip
I was just a bandage you lost your tourniquet
Just a singing boy whose songs were
Like zippered scars to be born
to be born, waiting to be born
Waiting to be born, to be born

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