Luyện nghe bài hát Eggshells

She sleeps with the windows
Yet still locked safe inside
And to out the sounds of the city's commotion
She her fan up on high

Yea, she lives far enough away from home
To see the scene
And down the street, the kids throw and stones
And end up on the the TV
Yea, they throw sticks and stones
And end up on the TV

And she to walk on these gracefully
But now they crunch her feet
I she must be changin'
just no way to keep it neat

And her father still barks like a
Returning victory
But now she's older
And that isn't as scary as it used to be

Yea, she his self torture
No one left to but himself
But still her scorches her
And she to love herself
Her scorches her
And she struggles to love

And she used to walk on these
But now they crunch her feet
And I guess she must be
She never was too at stayin' in her seat

And this town grows and restless
for what, I ain't sure
But they're sweepin' the of the trash and the homeless
And raisin' the and breakin' the poor

And I used to on these gracefully
But now they crunch beneath my
And I guess I be changin'
There's just no way to it neat

I used to walk on these
I I must be changin'