Luyện nghe bài hát Midday Moon

A of chalk across the blue
Lord I don't know what the hell's the use of the midday moon
You came to my arms too goddamn
Lord I don't know what to do with you and the midday moon

This is to say
They've taken everything
Every we made fit into six trucks
Pick-ups drawing dust above the

The muddy came at half past eight
Collecting everything in that grassy
And every of you was taken too
And was once a womb is just a hollow room

It was a day
kind that makes me hate L.A.
'Cause God them a perfect sun
And they think gangs and smog were hardly a trade

They don't breathe or
Or even blink at how the will shift
When the wind parades across the meager
And kicks the a bit to make seem as if the lea is a sea of waves

They say you can't death
Maybe it's a shortness of breath
Or no pains in chest
A we agree that we ain't cured yet

me dear
I never thought we'd end up here
["sweet dreams"] whispered in your ear
Before a night's sleep so cold and clear

A of chalk across the blue
Lord knows I know what the hell's the use of the midday moon
You came to my too goddamn soon
Lord knows I know what to do with you and the midday moon

I've been that when we die we pass onto the other side
there's no light, no bright light.
Death is just a pasture gate that opens by lifting a
To more life, just more life

I met an old man, sun-tanned, by Jesus
And the light that passed through glassed pieces
He a rosary flat to his chest
And he wasn't ready for death

I an iron eyed firefly, femme fatale
Too vain to how her hair fell out
for the next thing to erase her shame
She doesn't want to live forever, but scared to fade away

This is how came to me, one at a time
Pilgrims to my on the cemetery ground
All they wanted was an answer and I never let 'em down
I couldn't promise them forever but I buy a lot of time

You Jeanvieve, you the straw
Whispering wishes in cotton Quebeois
I if the Maker ever felt he botched the flock
But never had the mettle to the world stop
Stop, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop,

[I wonder if the maker ever felt he botched the never had the mettle to make the world stop]
Stop, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop,

[I wonder if the maker ever he botched the flockBut never had the mettle to make the world stop]
Stop, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop,
Stop, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop,

A sliver of across the blue
Lord knows I know what the hell's the use of the midday moon
You to my arms too goddamn soon
knows I don't know what to do with you and the midday moon

A sliver of chalk the blue
knows I don't know what the hell's the use of the midday moon
You came to my arms too soon
Lord knows I don't what to do with you and the midday moon