Luyện nghe bài hát 7th Avenue Static

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

Well he didn't come home and it was us alone
The brat and the widowed
Then one night after Ma took her life
I down the street to oblivion

And I took the dumpsters were giving
And I did my to survive
'Cause I figured that for the living
While you're
you're alive

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

So I beat my retreat down street
To one of my holy
And they tangled my wings with wire and
But I'm spinning in a of faces

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

And I'll what the dumpsters are giving
And pray every night to St. Giles
But I still think life's for the living
At least for a
At least for a