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

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

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

I'm breakin' my teeth off, to bite my lip
There's all kinds of women that I ain't supposed 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 the hell 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 people in my head have the answer
And one of has got to be you

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

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

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

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

One for sure, in that graveyard
I'm gonna the shiniest pair of shoes