Luyện nghe bài hát Cigarettes & Saints

Twice a week I pass by the church that held your
And the pastor's words come pouring down rain
How he called you a sinner and said now you walk Jesus
So the drugs that took your life aren't gonna cause you any
I don't think he even your name
And I refuse to kneel and
I won't you that way

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

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

you were heat lightning
Yeah, you were a storm never rolled in
You were the northern lights in a town
A fleeting thing
I'll bury your memories in the
And watch them grow with the in spring
I'll keep you me

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

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

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