Luyện nghe bài hát Half Harvest

I don't care that you quit this notion
of burying the
but the hell is in your potion
that's you so dull?
So I cannot a blind from sawdust
less a cool millennium, but I'd
much rather feel the of August
than be and numb
So out of your bed of roses, now
I'm in a bed of nails,
'cause missiles, guns and hoses
land me in jail
This paradise is slowly
from to Wilshire Boulevard
but the rubble over you are stumbling
just that hard
What did you do all that grace, now?
what did you do all my wine?
what makes you think that 'cause you dress bright
it means you shine?
So out of your bed of roses now
I'm in a bed of nails
'cause when this production closes
innocence fails
(and we supposed to)
SHINE...like half harvest never
SHINE...like half harvest known.