Luyện nghe bài hát Cigarettes & Saints

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

I lit you a candle in every across Europe
And I hope you know still my patron saint
I tried to forgive, but I can't the cigar in his fist
I know that they were heartsick, but I need to blame
And I know how blamed me
I know what say
You'd tell me it was your
I put all my arrows away

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

Cause you were heat
Yeah, you were a that never rolled in
You were the northern lights in a town
A constant fleeting
I'll bury your in the garden
And watch them with the flowers in spring
I'll you with me

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

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

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