Luyện nghe bài hát Cigarettes & Saints

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

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

I'm there 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 still just a bit out of key
crooked smile pushing words across your teeth

Cause you were lightning
Yeah, you were a storm that rolled in
You were the lights in a southern town
A constant fleeting
I'll bury your memories in the
And watch them grow the flowers 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 feel
Got their in our veins
Got their in our head
Got our arms in grips
No, we can't free

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

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