Luyện nghe bài hát The Twilight Hour

You're laying on your bed and making on the wall
almost too hot to move, outside your window
People are driving home from for the weekend
But you're waiting for the phone to
gonna tell her exactly what you think

You practice getting your around the words
That explain the way you feel, been scared to show
Your real self, in case she doesn't like what she
You've been a prostitute to humility, she's your life
And you've got to live apart in to survive

You emotionally independent but starved of affection
But now been trapped by tenderness
And been into submission
It's now way the hour she usually phones
You've decided not to tell her your joke

Where could she have got to? Why is she torturing
You roll on your side and run your fingers your hair
Your scared of losing her and yourself

A red sky at night may be a delight
But you're cutting chunks from your heart and rubbing the
Into your eyes, she can't you now, you've given up
All friends, you're relying on her for your independence
She can't you here alone and defenseless

relying on her for your independence
You're relying on her for independence