Luyện nghe bài hát Cigarette Machine

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

I I saw your reflection
in a cigarette
in a in the gutter
in a window on the
in a in a picture
on an old TV
I it was you
staring at me

I heard voices
by the gate
were junkies lying on the ground
they made me look
I you on a mirror
I chopped you lines
over old kitchen 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 in a picture
on an old TV
I it was you
back at me

Old radios and broken
dog-eared I read
out movie stars
in limousines
I battled through my own
of coffee cups and
I can't up with parades
I keep down

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
back at me
in a in a picture
on an old TV
I it was you
back at me