Luyện nghe bài hát Yellow

You can only talk so much things
That are never, ever to happen.
My brother's at home his dog and his cat
And his is at a friend's.

You can only go on so about feelings
That never, actually touch you.
No how much she told him "I love you,"
He found it would

on the gifts he bought her,
Or how badly she was
When the boss was at work.
But he'd say
"I you,"
And he'd out to her.

He was feeling like shit when I to visit
And through the door of his tiny apartment.
We for a walk through the park by the market
So we could get air.

And I told to him all things to help him,
Especially that, simply it was ending,
that didn't mean she was always pretending.
Real was there.

I could see and I tell:
It was love that they felt.
And I'm sorry it end well,
But some
just don't - that's life,
And you shouldn't yourself.

And all of these things, well, I truly them.
Our paths and our are hidden in mists
That are out over impossible distances,
obscured.

And I really do think that there's probably more
anger or selfishness, sickness, or sadness
Would ever allow us to have in this life,
I I'm sure.

But doesn't mean it's bad.
We were walking our dad,
getting out of that school bus,
And he said
"I you,"
And he out to us.