Luyện nghe bài hát For Real

from East Asheville
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- (by Bob Franke)

Death took the husband of a of mine
On a highway a drunk at the wheel
She told me your clean hands off the laundry he left
And tell me you know how I feel
She had a tape that he'd her from a Holiday Inn
That she never played in the day
But when I heard him say I love you through the at night
I just the hell away

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

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

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 gonna make it go away
Now there's too much in an endless night
To be ashamed of the way we
be kind to each other
Not forever but for

my daughter got her mother's nose
And just a little of her father's
And got just enough love
That when the takes me
It takes me by
And I remember that longing from my highway
When I could give it a name
And lucky that I discovered in the nick of time
That the woman and the child aren't to

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

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

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Bob Franke, all rights