Luyện nghe bài hát Cringe

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

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

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

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

You were the good thing I ever saw