Luyện nghe bài hát Bed Sores

I'm glad that you came by
But it really icy outside
I was just in one of my
Now laughing on the sheets in my room

My mother she on the couch
While deer hooves made in the ground
Maybe my brothers
Dripped on me the top bunk

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

The were young back then
And their were new to them
Now they can't sleep at
Cause their husbands are dying
husbands are dying inside

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

These are headstones
basements they are graves
After out, I
I never thought I, would 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