Luyện nghe bài hát Willetta

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

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

Oh all your friends are standing by waving greedy
I've got nothing now I want to say
You wouldn't talk anyway

And you know we do what you wanted us to
There nothing here to celebrate
We're all worse off you

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

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

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

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

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