Luyện nghe bài hát Cringe

Wide eyed, knee deep in
below your thighs, the temperature drops 5 degrees
Your standby has just arrived

Tongue tied, bleeding from eyes
Even Christ would cringe at the sight of your scars
While counting sheep, I'll count my lucky stars

You were the last good I ever saw
And I it all, I lost it all

Burned out on 2 hours of eye
Eyes glazed at the thought of the next 8
Headwind, rain to wake me

You were the last good I ever saw