Luyện nghe bài hát Cigarettes & Saints

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

I lit you a candle in every cathedral Europe
And I you know you're still my patron saint
I tried to forgive, but I can't forget the cigar in his
I know they were heartsick, but I need someone to blame
And I know how blamed me
I know you'd say
tell me it was your fault
I put all my arrows away

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

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

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

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

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