Luyện nghe bài hát Broken Bottles

Broken bottles under the
I'm babies, with wedding rings
Evaporation, it me think
Of broken bottles the sink

God, can I cut in line?
Dear God, am I my time?

Broken under the skin
The pushes the pin
I can't afford to it thin
Broken bottles the skin

God, can I cut in line?
Dear God, am I my time?

All bottles behind the scene
I'm filling your head kerosine
Intoxicated on self
All broken behind the scenes

And now we're breathing in our
getting bludgeoned by the policy
Our poor little policy
Now why the hell is all happening?

Dear God, can I cut in
Dear God, am I wasting my

Can we on to me
Cause everything is sinking in
While my teeth keep on
How can you leave,
when the bloods up to my
And the doors of
never ending

I want to relive this
I want to relive it
I want to relive this
I want to relive it
I don't want to this
I want to relive it