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

I'm bringin' back that are no longer there
I'm gettin' hard on myself sittin' in my chair
Well, there's three people in the
And I'm wonderin' which one of them I should

Well, I keep from laughin'
out these 300 mile per hour outpour blues

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

I a woman, says, "Come and watch me bleed"
And I'm just how I can do that
And give her everything that she needs
Well, there's people 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 three hundred mile per hour blues

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

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

But I help but wonder if after I'm gone
I still have these three hundred mile per hour
Finger breakin', no answers, back, dirty cancer
Bee stung and busted up, empty cup outpour blues?

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