Luyện nghe bài hát Willetta

Oh I was on my way to doing else, you prop my eyelids up with toothpick thoughts

Thursday, feet on your cemetery lawn
Weeping about skin, in your sleep you just slid it off
Just so you get dressed up in this
nightgown of oak, your ribbons of roots
Is there nothing you from me now, no help I could give but to lower you down?

Oh all your friends are standing by waving greedy
got nothing now that I want to say
You talk back anyway

And you know we won't do you wanted us to
There nothing here to celebrate
We're all worse off you

At that in some two star hotel
I'm circling the room and mingling half
Nauseous with the of it all
Knowing here the whole time this won't fade
Now it just stays in out

Oh but all shaking hands offering condolences
Stories of some envied youth, less life threatening more

And our eyes all drown, our tongues get wrung out
There ain't nothing here for us to that ain't bitter already

They warn us our reservation is up, it seems so cruel
Like the parasites that eat your your plot gets covered up
By someone who even knew you

Oh then the curtain comes down, the it thins out
There's no reason now for us to
And we all home because it won't be long till we're in your place