Luyện nghe bài hát Two

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

He brought me out into the hall (I could have it was haunted),
and told me something that I didn't know I wanted to hear:
there 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 next shake,
and in the wires made the light bulbs break.
There was glass inside my and raining down from the ceiling,
it opened up the scars that had just healing.
It apart the canyon running down your femur,
(I thought that it was beautiful, it me a believer.)
And as it opened I could hear you from your room,
but I hid out in the hall until the blew.
When I and tried to give you something for the pain,
you came to me again and just sang your refrain:

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

Tell me when you think that we so unhappy,
wearing silver with nobody clapping.
When we here together we were so disappointed,
sleeping out of tune our dreams disjointed.
It me to see you getting always rejected,
but I didn't mind the you threw, the phones I deflected.
I didn't mind you blaming me for mistakes,
I held you in the doorframe through all of the earthquakes.
But you packed up clothes in that bag every night,
and I would try to your ankles (what a pitiful sight.)
But after over a year, I stopped trying to you from stomping out that door,
coming back 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 there's no 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 to tell the story (no one worries),
two silver on our fingers in a hurry,
two talking inside your brain,
two people believing I'm the one to blame,
two different voices coming out of mouth,
while I'm too cold to and too sick to shout.

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