Luyện nghe bài hát 7th Avenue Static

Wear the made of thorns on the day I was born
By the of a cold television
And I remember the in his uniform
As he from the field of vision

Well he didn't home and it was just us alone
The and the widowed civilian
Then one April night after Ma took her
I fell down the to oblivion

And I took what the dumpsters giving
And I did my best to
'Cause I figured life's for the living
you're alive
While alive

out the gin and the small violins
I'm a raging as a failure
And colder than hell in this cardboard hotel
Which I share a chronic embezzler

So I beat my retreat collister street
To one of my holy
And they my wings with wire and string
But I'm in a whirlpool of faces

And I'll take the dumpsters are giving
And I'll do my best to
'Cause I think that life's for the living
Yes I still think that life's for the

And I'll take the dumpsters are giving
And pray every night to St. Giles
But I think that life's for the living
At for a while
At for a while