Luyện nghe bài hát If Not For My Glasses

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