Luyện nghe bài hát Midday Moon

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

This is to say
They've everything away
Every step we made fit into six
Pick-ups drawing dust the driveway

The muddy cavalcade came at half eight
Collecting everything in that bank
And every of you was taken too
And what was once a womb is just a room

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

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

They say you cheat death
Maybe it's just a shortness of
Or no pains in your
A disease we agree that we cured yet

Forgive me
I never thought that we'd end up
From ["sweet dreams"] in your ear
Before a long sleep so cold and clear

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

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

I met an old man, sun-tanned, provided by
And the light that through stain glassed pieces
He clutched a flat to his chest
And confessed he ready for death

I an iron eyed firefly, femme fatale
Too vain to explain how her fell out
Lusting for the next to erase her shame
She want to live forever, but she's scared to fade away

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

You Jeanvieve, you the straw
your wishes in cotton Quebeois
I wonder if the Maker ever felt he 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 he botched the flockBut 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 of chalk across the blue
Lord knows I know what the hell's the use of the midday moon
You came to my arms too goddamn
Lord knows I don't know what to do with you and the midday

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