Luyện nghe bài hát Sounds Familiar

We from youth all wide-eyed like the rest
Shedding skin than skin can grow
And with hammers, feathers, blunt knives
Words to and to define and to, but you must know

The same games that we played in dirt, in dusty yards
Have a higher pitch and broader scale than we feared possible
And someone must be picked last, and one bruise and one must fail

And still twitching bird was so deceived by a window
So we fondly, we dug deep
And threw its plumage and frantic black eyes in a hole
And rushed out to kill something new, so we could bury that too

The first chapters of almost made us give up altogether
Pushed tired forms of self immolation that seemed so original
I must, we never stop watching the sky with our hands in our pockets
peering in windows when we know doors are shut
Stop small stories and bad jokes and sorrows

And my will scratch to yell many more
But before I spill the things I mean to away
Or gouge my with platitudes of sentiment
I'll drown the urge for and certainty
Crouch down and scrawl my name yours in wet cement