Luyện nghe bài hát Bed Of Rust

I'm sleeping on a bed of
And I am hard...
And I am breathing
Some times I I'm made of glass
And still I hard...
And still I breathing

I'm weakened by this load
And I nothin' more...
And I want nothin'
I'm empty I dug the hole
And still I'm more...
And still I'm more

And the mud... in my
Starts to pour... I'm speaking
And I scrape... the
From the thoughts... misleading

I swear that all feel is
My is made of sand...
My is made of sand
Like Jesus kept in
falling through my hands...
It's falling through my

Underground... in the
Where I carve... the
With the guilt... I pull
Out of skin... I'm shedding

And the mud... in my
Is still here... and pouring
And I choke... on the
As I'm hangs... as I'm