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

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

Well, I keep from 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 that I ain't supposed to
And it's that which 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' how I can do that
And still give her everything she needs
Well, there's three people in my head that the answer
And one of has got to be you

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

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

And the are covered with a million little molecules
Of cigarette and the school floors are covered
With 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
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 thing's for sure, in that
I'm gonna have the shiniest of shoes