Luyện nghe bài hát Broken Bottles

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

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

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

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

All bottles behind the scene
I'm filling head with kerosine
Intoxicated on esteem
All bottles behind the scenes

And now we're in our policy
Keep getting bludgeoned by the
Our poor little broken
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 in denial
While my teeth on chattering
How can you leave,
when the up to my knees
And the of cement
never ending

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