Luyện nghe bài hát Dead After Dallas

It's not for the
Not so much a catch and you fall
It's a sad excuse
I'll hang, hang, hang it's done
Don't ever tell me we're the fucking

I've got bigger plans than and it's not for the fame
Not so a catch when you fall apart
such a sad excuse, it's all the same, a sad excuse

I've got a layer of Hell under my skin
All these string have knots
Let's cut all

With only regrets I can hardly see
So wash me as snow
With no persuasion and contradiction
lies are all I know

I an answer
I the truth
I need an (Why have we pushed so hard)

I need an
I the truth
I an outing (Why have we pushed so hard)

All these strings have become and
I'm bound to if I'm left on my own
I have had it up to the
So hang, hang, until it's done