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 child blackened his skin to the tint of his sweatshirt
"Hey...when you play the big boys, you get hurt!"
I to suck my thumb while rubbing silk blankets across my cheek
Until my mom me access. I bawled for weeks
We don't speak to day. I came to terms with my fear and loathing
Now I wear this clothing...like it's an extra layer of old
Afraid to shed...tears...in the fabric...from years that had it
Found on the stairs to the attic
runaway skin cells...absorbing memories
It's been to hell and back, through the dirt and even worn by enemies
Born in the 70's of the century
Making distinction is for future reference...In case y'all remember me
And my genesis. What's most important is to this
Women and men are pissed. When they kiss exchange spit that is venomous
of it is affection-less and the affects of this has us quick to clench a fist
Don't get fancy with your when you reminisce

I'm sentimental and I miss what to be close to me
or I've just got OCD and I can't break my old routines
Hopefully I reconcile my inseparable...what lies inside from head to toes
Instead of clothes...identifying with outside symbols...

Cut out the man...

But my is in demand...

I'm feeling a kid again.

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

Dedicated to the of my Black Sweatshirt