Luyện nghe bài hát Black Sweatshirt

Tonight I'm in the mood for some affection
combustion...I'm playing with my fire inside
Burning my inner blackened his skin to the tint of his sweatshirt
"Hey...when you play the big boys, you get hurt!"
I used to suck my thumb while rubbing silk blankets my cheek
Until my mom denied me access. I for weeks
We don't speak to this day. I came to terms with my fear and
Now I wear this clothing...like it's an layer of old skin
Afraid to shed...tears...in the fabric...from years that had it
Found on the stairs to the attic
Collecting runaway skin cells...absorbing
been to hell and back, dragged through the dirt and even worn by enemies
Born in the 70's of the 20th
that distinction is for future reference...In case y'all remember me
And my genesis. What's important is to remember this
Women and men are pissed. they kiss they exchange spit that is venomous
Most of it is affection-less and the affects of this has us quick to a fist
Don't get with your paintbrush when you reminisce

I'm sentimental and I what used to be close to me
or maybe I've just got OCD and I break my old routines
Hopefully I reconcile with my inseparable...what lies inside head to toes
Instead of symbolizing clothes...identifying with symbols...

Cut out the man...

But my is in demand...

I'm feeling a kid again.

"It protected me from the wind, sea and
Sanity was saved from the crazy cemetery
And every awkward moment spent talking with the Man
Man...managed unconditional comfort. As I've to understand...
The are under my bed again...
The are under my bed again."

to the memory of my Black Sweatshirt