Luyện nghe bài hát Boxing Night

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

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

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

Well the clock stopped
Put back my headstone
Wont something move so I stop staring a hole into the

You can get me at
Ill be drinking to
me and these walls
And a beaten up
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 Forth from a heavy right
To a blush and swollen
And in a single blow its murdered and now it takes years to away

Well I cant call you online
Oh I cant call you
Oh you you can call me up
Any time me up
For the fuck you want

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