Luyện nghe bài hát Willetta

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

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

Oh all your friends are by waving greedy goodbyes
got nothing now that I want to say
You wouldn't back anyway

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

At feast in some two star hotel
I'm the room and mingling half stunned
with the truth of it all
Knowing here the whole time this really fade
Now it just stays in out

Oh but we're all shaking hands condolences
Stories of envied youth, less life threatening more moot

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

They us our reservation is up, it just seems so cruel
Like the parasites that eat your your plot gets covered up
By someone who never even you

Oh then the curtain comes down, the it thins out
There's no now for us to stay
And we all hurry home because it be long till we're in your place