Luyện nghe bài hát For Real

from Asheville Hardware
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- (by Bob Franke)

Death the husband of a neighbor of mine
On a highway a drunk at the wheel
She told me keep your clean off the laundry he left
And don't tell me you how I feel
She had a that he'd sent her from a Holiday Inn
That she never much in the day
But when I him say I love you through the window at night
I just stayed the away

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

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

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

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

For the hole in the middle of a pretty good
I only face it it's here to stay
Not my father nor my mother nor my daughter nor my
Nor the highway it go away
But now there's too much in an endless night
to be afraid of the way I
be kind to my loved ones
Not but for real

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

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Bob Franke, all rights