Luyện nghe bài hát Two

In the middle of the I was sleeping sitting up,
when a doctor came to me, "Enough is enough."

He brought me out into the (I could have sworn it was haunted),
and told me something that I didn't know that I wanted to
That was nothing that I could do to save you,
the choir's sing, and this thing is gonna kill you.
Something in my throat made my words shake,
and something in the wires made the light break.
There was glass inside my feet and raining from the ceiling,
it opened up the scars that had just healing.
It tore the canyon running down your femur,
(I thought it was beautiful, it made me a believer.)
And as it opened I hear you howling from your room,
but I hid out in the hall the hurricane blew.
When I reappeared and tried to give you for the pain,
you to hating me again and just sang your refrain:

You had a new dream, it was more a nightmare.
You were just a kid, and they cut your hair,
then they stuck you in machines, you came so to dying.
They should have listened, they thought you were lying.
was an asshole, he fucked you up, built the gears in your head,
now he greases them up. And no one paid attention you just stopped eating. "Eighty-seven pounds!" and this all bears repeating.

Tell me you think that we became so unhappy,
wearing silver with nobody clapping.
When we here together we were so disappointed,
out of tune with our dreams disjointed.
It me to see you getting always rejected,
but I didn't the things you threw, the phones I deflected.
I mind you blaming me for your mistakes,
I held you in the doorframe through all of the earthquakes.
But you up your clothes in that bag every night,
and I would try to your ankles (what a pitiful sight.)
But after over a year, I trying to stop you from stomping out that door,
coming like you always do. Well no one's gonna fix it for us, no one can.
You say that, 'No one's listen, and no one understands.'

So no open doors and there's no way to get through,
there's no other witnesses, us two.

There's two people in one small room,
from your two half-families at you,
two ways to the story (no one worries),
two silver on our fingers in a hurry,
two people talking your brain,
two people that I'm the one to blame,
two voices coming out of your mouth,
while I'm too cold to and too sick to shout.

You had a new dream, it was more a nightmare.
You were just a little kid, and cut your hair,
then stuck you in machines, you came so close to dying.
They should have listened, they that you were lying.
Daddy was an asshole, he fucked you up, built the gears in head,
now he greases them up. And no one attention when you just stopped eating. "Eighty-seven pounds!" and this all bears repeating.