Luyện nghe bài hát Boxing Night

Its Boxing
I in style
Boxer shorts and floor littered with ghosts of bottles past

Theres a naked
only a breath and a pulse
Of a heart that was kicking as it is desperate to be born

And Im blind
to the din outside
Good Glasgow could burn to its bones tonight and Id blink an eye

Well the clock stopped
Put my fucking headstone
something move so I stop staring a hole into the phone?

You can get me at
Ill be drinking to
Just me and these
And a beaten up
On Day

This is Boxing
And lost an eye
I swear Ive lost the last drop of whatever kept me awake alive

And we fell in the Forth from a heavy hook
To a and swollen face
And in a single blow its murdered and now it takes years to waste

I cant call you online anymore
Oh I call you fullstop
Oh you you can call me up
Any time me up
For whatever the fuck you

You can get me at
Ill be drinking to
Just me and these
And a beaten up
You can get me at
Ill be drinking to
Just me and these
And my up chair
On Day