Luyện nghe bài hát If Not For My Glasses

A postcard of apple on spit strained wooded floors
I an evening getting practice looking bored
And there's a leaf on the but it won't be there tomorrow
Just some that I made it never really goes the way I planned it to
I'll tell it like you want all appeal and none that don't
I love face the way it moves your murky mouth your eyelid brooms
And I'm feeling that cobweb
You're taking pictures of me as I down the stairs
And it so awful if not for my glasses and hair
You say I'm your white cast kid, I was for your cares
Why you gotta label me now, why, why
So I opened up the door I now what you're for
But not who you are
So who, who, me who
And then you leaned into me and whispered softly
"Your don't fit the branch"
It never goes the way I planned it to
I'll tell it like you want all parts and none that won't
Like worthless words that you spit out, the garbage of your mouth
I'm always listening; I go rummaging through a of speech
You're taking of me as I fall down the stairs
It seems so awful but this never happened who
I'm your T.V. taught I'm your sweetest affair
When the alarm clock goes off you disappear
But I loved your face the way it moved your murky mouth your brooms