Luyện nghe bài hát When I Was A Bandage

I can't and I can't think straight
I you this afternoon
Now raining so I think I'll sleep in late
I can't think of to do

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

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

All the and all the medicine
Insurance men keep you
All the times I should have been
Keeping hope above bed at night

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

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

Sorry