Luyện nghe bài hát Cubicles

It's the tearing sound of love
Drowning out the gray windows
And the view outside is
And I'm two cubes down

I'd photocopy all the things that we be
If you took the time to me
But you can't now, I blame you
And it's not your fault that no one ever

But you don't work here
It's a vacant 3 by 4
And they might fill place
A stand-in for your face
This all the time
And I can't help but think I'll die

So I'll my time with strangers
A and it's terminal
In this romance
And it's to a close

We could be in the park and dancing by a
over blades we see
Or a dark with a black view
And pin-pricks in the velvet our fall

But you don't work here
It's just a 3 by 4
And they might your place
A stand-in for your face
This all the time
And I can't but think I'll die alone

I know you don't here anymore
I know you work here anymore
I know you don't work anymore
I know you don't work anymore
I you don't work here anymore
I know you don't work here

Sometimes I I'll die alone
Sometimes I I'll die alone
I think I'll die alone
Live and and die alone

I think I'll die alone
Sometimes I think die alone
Sometimes I think die alone
I'd think I'd to die alone

Just
I I'd love to die
Me
I I'd love to die
take
I I'd love to die
Me

I think I'd to die alone
I think I'd to die alone
I I'd love to die alone
I think I'd love to die
and breathe and die alone
I think I'd to die alone
I think I'd love to die

I think I'd to die alone