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

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

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

I'm breakin' my teeth off, tryin' to my lip
There's all kinds of red-headed women I ain't supposed to kiss
And it's that color never fails to turn me blue
So I just swallow it and 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' just how I can do
And still give her everything that she
Well, there's three people in my head that have the
And one of has got to be you

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

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

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

But I can't help but wonder if I'm gone
Will I still 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 pair of