Luyện nghe bài hát Bathtime

There's a filth that lingers
All over my hands
into weave of the clothes I wear

And every step brings
Every hour adds more
Till I'm on the other side, leaning on your

Are the taps running,
Is the air thick steam?
Can I some place, to cry these tears of shame?

Every brings another
Every hour adds more
Till I'm on the side, leaning on your door

There's a smell, so it's sickly
It follows me the room
Hangs in the air like perfume

I never bathe in it,
Got down on my hands and
Got in so far, I became, well a of it all

I've wading through it
Don't you know it's up to my
And it won't be long it's over my head
And it's the of you in my mind, keeps me

Thought I knew these streets, and how turn
Could always find my way
something there, can't leave it alone

The trains run all night
We could leave everything
Just that dress you bought, when we first met

I know it's faded,
I it's tattered and worn
In that dress, I could love you more

I've been wading it
you know it's up to my neck?
And it won't be long it's over my head
And I can it into my love, breathe it in