Luyện nghe bài hát Willetta

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

Thursday, feet on your cemetery lawn
Weeping about your skin, in sleep you just slid it off
Just so you could get up in this
Your nightgown of oak, ribbons of roots
Is there nothing you want from me now, no 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 wouldn't back anyway

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

At that feast in two star hotel
I'm the room and mingling half stunned
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 threatening more moot

And our they all drown, our tongues get wrung out
There ain't nothing here for us to 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 even knew you

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