Luyện nghe bài hát Cigarettes & Saints

Twice a week I by the church that held your funeral
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 gonna cause you any pain
I don't think he even knew your
And I refuse to kneel and
I won't you that way

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

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

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

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

This machine, hungry and heartless
My whole got lost in the margin
We put our faith in you and you turned a
Now we're here 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)
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 can't my brothers
You have me
No, you can't me