Luyện nghe bài hát Cigarette Machine

Stumbling past your house
at the of the day
I thought I saw your
cross the shade
and I went down to the
I called and your name
an angel with a face like yours
came and let me in

I thought I saw reflection
in a cigarette
in a bottle in the
in a on the street
in a storefront in a
on an old TV
I it was you
staring at me

I soldier's voices
by the city
were junkies lying on the ground
they made me look
I spilled you on a
I you into lines
over some old kitchen
I I'd let you die

I I saw your reflection
in a cigarette
in a bottle in the
in a window on the
in a storefront in a
on an old TV
I it was you
back at me

Old radios and mirrors
dog-eared I read
worn out stars
in faded
I through my own charades
of coffee and clowns
I can't keep up with
I keep falling

I thought I saw your
in a cigarette
in a in the gutter
in a on the street
in a in a picture
on an old TV
I it was you
staring at me
in a in a picture
on an old TV
I it was you
back at me