Luyện nghe bài hát You Are My Face

I my mother's
husband's brother
Working in the goldmine full
in for sunshine

Filing into tight
beehives
The door screams, 'I you, hate you'
Hanging around my jeans

Why is there no
No of leaves
No current through the wire
No I can see

I no emotion, I believe in locomotion
turned to rust as we've discussed
Though I must have let you down too many
In the dirt and the

I have no idea how this
All of my have been overthrown
has changed my plans
So many times my heart has been

Now feeling all alone
tell you who I am
When everybody's all alone
tell you who I am

I am looking
the shadows tracing bones
Our faces stitched and
Our houses hemmed into

to be thankful
Our fit into phones
And our voices so easily
A given accidentally
we're not sure we're not alone