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 like
How he called you a and said now you walk with 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 across Europe
And I you know you're still my patron saint
I to forgive, but I can't forget the cigar in his fist
I know that were heartsick, but I need someone to blame
And I know how blamed me
I what you'd say
You'd tell me it was your
I put all my arrows away

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

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

wolves 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 sure you don't hurt no
You don't gotta anything
Got their fangs in our
Got voice in our head
Got our arms in their
No, we can't free

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

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