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 your skin, in your sleep you just it off
so you could get dressed up in this
Your nightgown of oak, your ribbons of
Is there nothing you want from me now, no help I could give but to lower you

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

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

At that feast in some two star
I'm circling the and mingling half stunned
Nauseous with the of it all
Knowing here the whole time this really fade
Now it just in out spines

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

And our they 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 thoughts your plot covered up
By who never even knew you

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