Luyện nghe bài hát 8 of 9

These hospital walls are the palest of
Here in this desert they're my last rites
The smell of halls
temporary comfort
As the oxygen flows through my
El corazon was tonight...
on her eight of nine.

When of all your prayers are insincere,
The half are lies.
is this watermark under this bridge.
The point it all crested,
Rolled and drifted into the sea.
I climb this wreckage
As the smoke begins to clear my lungs.
The of close calls has happened tonight.

It's time that I made things
For the time,
the last time.
Let moment of clarity
Lift this curse that has been upon me.

the good times,
But take the worst for granted.
you only get so many second chances