Luyện nghe bài hát Appetite

Another child without a
A son tired old man
wasting away as the pipe become his lover
Not a man in world, understand?
Kill it quicker, stick it
Tuning out the tonight
Got an itchy finger
You know you aint got the
Another of city streets
That child the casualty
Not a book in the world ever reteach her belief
That theres more to this than just death and debris
Kill it quicker, stick it
out the fights tonight
Got an itchy trigger
You know you aint got the
you stay or should you go
Enduring but nothing grows
You never dream, Ive always
The look, the lips, the appetite.
We all need some sometimes.