Luyện nghe bài hát Cigarette Machine

Stumbling past your baby
at the of the day
I thought I saw silhouette
cross the shade
and I down to the mission
I and called your name
till an angel with a face like
came and let me in

I I saw your 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
back at me

I soldier's voices
by the gate
were junkies lying on the ground
they me look away
I you on a mirror
I you into lines
over some old sink
I I'd let you die

I I saw your reflection
in a machine
in a in the gutter
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
things I read
worn out movie
in limousines
I battled through my own
of coffee and clowns
I can't keep up parades
I keep down

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