Luyện nghe bài hát Nirvana

The children had all home
The house was like a without a sail
They headed for the
Where they would find a holy grail
The bedrooms all rigged up
The posters of Marc Bolan - were ripped
Each day was blessed freedom
As they would try to find to say

She a little journal
He scanned out to see
If could find Nirvana
And where that place be

She had of things to do
They kept the plastic covers on the
It drove him the twist
They both were wondering what they have missed.

He with ambition
She fell a rut
They sat and read the
In sequence would touch
The creeping
a punch in the gut

Each day like the one
The dreams
As the weeks and turned into years
The feeling that they wanted more

He said his was final
She heard him slam the
Anytime she would up
He it all before
Although blame each other
Really they knew the
They were in this
Like children holding tears
They've so far to end up
With nothing down the