Luyện nghe bài hát 300 M.p.h. Torrential Outpour Blues

I'm bringin' back ghosts that are no there
I'm hard on myself sittin' in my easy chair
Well, there's people in the mirror
And I'm wonderin' which one of them I choose

Well, I can't keep laughin'
Spittin' out these 300 mile per hour blues

I'm breakin' my off, tryin' to bite my lip
There's all kinds of red-headed women that I ain't to kiss
And it's that which never fails to turn me blue
So I swallow it and hold on to it
And use it to scare the out of you

I have a woman, says, "Come and me bleed"
And I'm wonderin' how I can do that
And still give her that she needs
Well, there's three in my head that have the answer
And one of has got to be you

But you're tight to it, the answer
Singin' these hundred mile per hour outpour blues

Put on gloves, a tight scarf and wrap up warm on winter night
Every time you get defensive, just looking for a fight
It's safe to say somebody out got a problem
With almost you'll do
Well, time they stab you don't fight back
Just play the victim of playin' the fool

And the are covered with a million little molecules
Of cigarette ashes and the school floors are
With pieces of pencil too
Well, sooner or later the ground's gonna be
All of my too

But I can't help but wonder if after I'm
Will I still have these three hundred mile per
breakin', no answers, broken back, dirty cancer
Bee and busted up, empty cup torrential outpour blues?

One thing's for sure, in graveyard
I'm gonna have the shiniest pair of