Luyện nghe bài hát Cringe

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

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

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

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

You were the last good thing I saw