Luyện nghe bài hát Cannonball

I don't what was wrong
But I as strong
I've seen daisies hold cannonballs above
But if this was a
I know that I've seen
of daisies hold cannonballs above them

I'm so far perfect
You still loved me I so far from deserved it
If I'm so brave why looking you in the eye take every ounce of my courage?
I my face to the linoleum and count the freckles on the floor
All of us, all of us are a galaxy of little storms
The good and in me wage a bloody civil war
The missiles whistle through me then the rebel pistols
I shiver and the final slivers of my chivalry my shriveled core
I can't imagine the I'll ever be happy before
Before,
We're sitting in a field in Golden Gate Park off and 4th
And I've never felt less
Just a from the home I've outgrown
feet and forty years to the right from where dad proposed
An inch above this of stones, grass and mud
rusty needles, lost guitar picks, Indian tombs, and bones
happened all at once
And the world is spinning like a hubcap, and not just of the drugs
We hugged and laid there in each others' all night
Even when the sprinklers on us we didn't mind
We had the rest of our to be dry
So we stayed until the of the sky turned light
I would have stay until our hair turned
The arrived to feast on time
Got drunk at our expense, we didn't
We let them bite, we kept on and obliged
Say "bottoms up, you've only got til Tuesday so the ride!"
And I couldn't imagine I would ever be unhappy again
And I whispered in your ear that this moment is a poem
That I just figured out my first tattoo was to be of bug bites
I'd commemorate their bloody drink by printing three circles on my ankle
Perfect and pink in ink
The beautiful wounds that will keep me, you and this moment linked
To remind me I fail myself, when I fail everyone around me
I misfire and come tearing through your walls
When the of humiliation and pain poisons my veins
And this carnival of carnage, this mansion of garbage, parking lot of carcasses
This party drains the spirit that remains
That I have been a part of something
To me of the pleasure your pulse
The measure of breath
The and fall of our fortunes and our chests
These spectacular triumphs and
That even if that meant nothing to the universe,
the closest thing to God I've got
I'm so far from
So far it's been it