Luyện nghe bài hát Cut To The Chase

Hold her tight like a doll, falling backwards down the stairs
Trains are into the dark (saddest sound you'll ever hear)
Sell out to the that lost, buying souls that can't be found
Worth exactly what cost (lives collapse without a sound)
Blown away paper bags before the rain
falls across her face
Light is in her eyes like diamonds in a drain
Cut to the
Scraping for to talk about
Words fall down on the floor
for something to fill in the cracks
Changing the on the door: no way out
Headlights her in the fog
Carved in halogen and
Crawling like a dog
(Spirit on the wheel)
Telephone is ringing in an booth
miles from this place
Voices ringing in her head (She hopes tell the truth)