Luyện nghe bài hát For Real

from East Hardware
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- (by Bob Franke)

Death took the husband of a of mine
On a highway with a drunk at the
She me keep your clean hands off the laundry he left
And don't tell me you know how I
She had a tape that he'd sent her from a Inn
she never played much in the day
But when I heard him say I love you the window at night
I just stayed the hell

There's a hole in the middle in the middle of the life
So the lawyers and the say
Not your father nor your mother nor your lover's ever gonna it go away
Now there's too much darkness in an night
To be of the way we feel
Let's be to each other
Not but for real

My father put his parachute on
In the back in World War II
He said rather go down in familiar flame
Than get in that endless blue
Well some of that blue got into my
And we never stopped that war
Until I first about endlessness
And I loved him like never

There's a hole in the middle in the middle of the life
So the and the prophets say
Not your father nor mother nor your lover's ever gonna make it go away
Now there's too much darkness in an night
To be of the way we feel
Let's be kind to each
Not but for real

Lucky my daughter got her mother's
And just a little of her father's
And we've got just enough
That the longing takes me
It takes me by
And I remember that from my highway days
When I never give it a name
And it's lucky I discovered in the nick of time
That the woman and the aren't to blame

For the hole in the middle of a good life
I face it 'cause it's here to stay
Not my father nor my mother nor my nor my lover
Nor the made it go away
But now too much darkness in an endless night
to be of the way I feel
be kind to my loved ones
Not forever but for

Some say god is a lover, some say it's an void
And some say both, and some say she's
And say just annoyed
But if god felt a hammer in the palm of his
god knows the way we feel
And then lasts forever
Forever and for

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Bob Franke, all rights