Luyện nghe bài hát Cigarettes & Saints

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

I lit you a in every cathedral across Europe
And I hope you know you're still my saint
I to forgive, but I can't forget the cigar in his fist
I know that they were heartsick, but I someone to blame
And I know how they me
I know you'd say
You'd tell me it was fault
I should put all my away

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

you were heat 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
I'll you with me

These wolves in suits and ties
Saying, "Kid, you can me"
southern drawl, sunken eyes
Buying good in hotel lobbies
Buy of pills to make sure you don't hurt no more
You don't feel anything
Got fangs in our veins
Got their voice in our
Got our arms in their
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 under the
(We're no saviors if we save our brothers)
out under the waves
(We're no if we can't save our brothers)
out, drowning out

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