Luyện nghe bài hát Cigarettes & Saints

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

I lit you a candle in cathedral across Europe
And I hope you you're still my patron saint
I tried to forgive, but I forget the cigar in his fist
I know that were heartsick, but I need someone to blame
And I how they blamed me
I know what say
You'd tell me it was your
I should put all my arrows

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

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

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

This goddamn machine, hungry and
My whole generation got in the margin
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 save our brothers)
out, drowning out

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