Luyện nghe bài hát Cut To The Chase

Hold her tight just a doll, falling backwards down the stairs
Trains are howling into the dark (saddest sound you'll hear)
Sell out to the side lost, buying souls that can't be found
Worth exactly what they (lives collapse without a sound)
Blown like paper bags before the rain
Shadow falls her face
Light is sinking in her like diamonds in a drain
Cut to the
Scraping for something to about
Words fall down on the floor
Searching for something to fill in the
Changing the sign on the no way out
Headlights her in the fog
Carved in halogen and
Crawling hungry a dog
(Spirit on the wheel)
Telephone is in an empty booth
Thousand miles this place
Voices in her head (She hopes they tell the truth)