Luyện nghe bài hát Ceilings Crack

Passed out in your
My were soaking in the morning rain
My head's just a bruise, like in a coma
a battered drone
All my limbs are

I've been driving past your
Been pounding at door
I know I'm just a to you
But I deserve
Than

My hearts are on the of my shirts scattered over your lawn
And the dew... kissed them

Drunk on Day
Throwing pennies at the birds
Scribbling plans on
A sketch of broken wings under your bed
My

Stumbled over to your
I'll sneak in the back
I know I've been an asshole to you, but that was
The argument, the
Well, I've heard it's just a of time before the hour is spent
And my hour is
I can't it this time
I can't this time
I can't afford this
I can't it...

The hour has for retribution
I'm the walls down
I'm the walls down
The hour has come for
I'm storming the walls
I'm the walls down
Before this done, the wounds will be gone
I'm the walls down
I'm the walls down

The of the Vineyard
Less talk, more
If we push off the sick conversation one more night
I surely
My shoes gathered the dust of the vineyard
Have I your gown?
There's on your gown, like sangria
the heart
Our clogged hearts are on the grime
As the big waltzes on
Your stranded whisper...

"The is out.
I can smell her on your hands."
The is out --
are we in the motions again?

Oh, but was it
In the
Sangria, you bless
The lips
Such lips
Would choke on all this
I've found some under my nails
I'll and bite until...

The is out
but sangria under my skin
The is out --
I thought I'd never wash these again

my skin....