Luyện nghe bài hát Bed Sores

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

My mother she on the couch
While deer made holes in the ground
Maybe my blood
on me from the top bunk

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

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

I keep myself
Everybody's hell's better my own
And my my own

houses are headstones
These they are graves
getting out, I
I thought I, would want back in
I want in

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