Luyện nghe bài hát Bed Sores

I'm glad you still came by
But it wasn't really icy
I was in one of my moods
Now we're laughing on the in my room

My mother she slept on the
While hooves made holes in the ground
my brothers blood
Dripped on me from the top

I keep telling
hell's better than my own
And my my own

The neighbors were back then
And homes were new to them
Now they can't at night
Cause their husbands are dying
Their husbands are dying

I keep telling
Everybody's better than my own
And my my own

These houses are
These basements are graves
getting out, I
I never I, would want back in
I want in

I keep telling
hell's better than my own
And my my own
(Everybody's better than my own)
And my my own