Luyện nghe bài hát Caleb

His mother came up with such a way to save the day with a little white lie.
He thinks he missed the point then, but now he's grown to understand it, in a way.

"Father "I'm sorry" only once, as I remember"
"The words were not to hurt, only destroy you, my stupid son..."
One person can a difference, sometimes...
turn his head when the kid is still and has a weak neck.

Smiled at his funeral, "happy dead."

All his solutions, it seemed, were problems in disguise
on his drinkin' face, got ready to erase another day...

Mother was yet confident, although they had it tight, her son
At the end of every tunnels a light.
It wasn't a lie, it was her hope, that everything be fine one day
"He can his every dream, Im happy as long as hes not."

"I hate it and fear face it
the child is not right, he's my greatest

Go out, create thunder, and right under
old apple tree
Where dead let him feed on those

Lost hopes, all those kind words could him even more, now
Somehow, one more way back home

Out on the lake, he rows towards a monster he been running away from, years ago.
The had made him blind to the way hed turned the pain into a way of life.

his father, tucked him in, Caleb knows the trade.
Hes the portrait of a man his mother drew to forever.
She was a beast, a deadly saint, wrong in many
to keep up the charade, until the end waltzing together

Over the hills, the sea,
Fighting the will, whole
Why does a man driving a
Live in fear, Gift and a

'em out, taking 'em all,
Shooting the wall, and out
When nothing moves, well,
A decision he can a way to live with

...and dried up are so beautiful.
And it to all things living, and dead.
For I serve my time... in my suite in Hell.

"Now I ring the bell to the world,
I'm ready when they out the soon to be dead against the wall ..."

This necessary has no heart

Flowers and people he will now
A price he must pay a cold
...whatevergod.