Luyện nghe bài hát 92 Degrees

The day drags by a wounded animal
The disease, 92 degrees
The blood in our and the brains in our head
The approaching unease, 92

ago in the headlines, they noticed it too
But too late for the loved and nearly for you

lines on the horizon
Snakey thoughts invade each
Watch the red creeping upwards
Watch the sanity weaken

The volcanic depths of ocean
under these crazed eruptions
It wriggles and writhes and within
below the sweating skin

I wondered when this would happen
Now I watch the red line, reach that number
The blood in our and the brains in our head

Drink the water jagged glass
Eat the cactus with bleeding
Not 91 or 93 but 92 degrees

Drink the water with glass
Eat the with bleeding mouth
Not 91 or 93 but 92 Fahrenheit

Shaky lines on the
Snakey thoughts each person
Not 91 or 93, but 92 Fahrenheit