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 now you walk with Jesus
So the drugs that took your life gonna cause you any pain
I think he even knew your name
And I refuse to and pray
I won't you that way

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

I'm sure 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

Cause you heat lightning
Yeah, you were a storm that never in
You were the lights in a southern town
A fleeting thing
I'll bury your memories in the
And watch them grow with the in spring
I'll keep you 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 make sure you don't no more
You gotta feel anything
Got fangs in our veins
Got their in our head
Got our arms in grips
No, we can't free

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

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