Luyện nghe bài hát Boxing Night

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

a naked hush
Hold a breath and a pulse
Of a heart was kicking as though it is desperate to be born

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

the clock just stopped
Put back my headstone
Wont something move so I stop a hole into the phone?

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

is Boxing Night
And someone an eye
Well I swear Ive the last drop of whatever kept me awake alive

And we fell in the from a heavy right hook
To a blush and swollen
And in a single blow its and now it takes years to waste away

Well I cant call you anymore
Oh I call you fullstop
Oh you you can call me up
Any call me up
For whatever the you want

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