Luyện nghe bài hát Cigarettes & Saints

Twice a week I pass by the that held your funeral
And the pastor's words come down like rain
How he called you a and said now you walk with Jesus
So the drugs that took life aren't gonna cause you any pain
I don't think he knew your name
And I to kneel and pray
I remember you that way

I lit you a candle in cathedral across Europe
And I you know you're still my patron saint
I tried to forgive, but I can't forget the in his fist
I know that they heartsick, but I need someone to blame
And I know how blamed me
I know what say
You'd me it was your fault
I should put all my arrows

I'm sure there ain't a
But that don't mean I don't like to you there
I'll bet bumming cigarettes off saints
And I'm sure you're still
But I'll bet that you're still a bit out of key
That crooked smile pushing across your teeth

Cause you were heat
Yeah, you a storm that never rolled in
You were the northern in a southern town
A constant thing
I'll bury your in the garden
And watch grow with the flowers in spring
I'll keep you me

These in their suits and ties
Saying, "Kid, you can me"
southern drawl, sunken eyes
Buying good in hotel lobbies
Buy fistfuls of pills to make you don't hurt no more
You don't feel anything
Got their in our veins
Got voice in our head
Got our arms in grips
No, we can't free

This machine, hungry and heartless
My whole got lost in the margin
We put our faith in you and you turned a
Now we're here under the waves
(We're no saviors if we save our brothers)
out under the waves
(We're no saviors if we can't our brothers)
Drowning out, out

You can't have my
You can't have my
You can't my friends
You can't have my
You can't have my
You can't have my
You have me
No, you can't me