Luyện nghe bài hát Nirvana

The children had all home
The house was a ship without a sail
headed for the sunset
Where maybe they would find a holy
The were all rigged up
The posters of Marc Bolan - were away
Each day was with freedom
As they would try to something to say

She kept a little
He scanned out to see
If they find Nirvana
And where place might be

She had lots of to do
They kept the covers on the chairs
It him around the twist
They both wondering what they might have missed.

He quibbled with
She fell a rut
sat and read the papers
In sequence they touch
The creeping
Like a in the gut

Each day like the one
The evaporated
As the weeks and months turned years
The queasy feeling that they wanted

He his word was final
She him slam the door
Anytime she would up
He it all before
Although they each other
Really they the score
were in this together
Like children holding back
come so far to end up
With nothing the years