Luyện nghe bài hát Crow

It must be strange to just from the stage
And snap a bone that is so to the brain
And be attended to by so down below
I saw a doctor tie you up so far above
And you start singing just like light a black floor
You sliding like burned skin to a side door

But Crow, when you yourself under
hard when you can't lose control
They know, to them in the dark you don't whisper nothing
And they're all gonna try and rip the wind your soul

It must been hard to be a cashier in a bookstore
And to be surrounded by the history of your true
And get naked between deep shelves in the back room
And have your brain get tan by sharp fluorescent tubes
And you start like the pillars in the temple
You'd start screaming just like Sister Aimee

But Crow, you throw yourself under
The streets are hard when you lose control
They don't know, to in the dark don't whisper nothing
And they're all gonna try and rip the wind from your soul

It was so sweet when you brought to the junkies
Hey, you'd give us something go slip into our coffee
And we'd reading lines from poems that didn't matter
You covered me blankets in the Chelsea Hotel lobby
And I'd start reaching for the scar along your
They'd start taking us 'cause winning is hobby

But Crow, when you throw yourself
The streets are hard when you lose control
They don't know, to them in the dark don't nothing
And they're all gonna try and rip the from your soul Crow