Luyện nghe bài hát Dead Flowers, Bottles, Bluegrass, And Bones

The time I met you
was up on the
with on Tuesday
and roses in
You me a kiss
As as the winds
That swirl through the
of China

I stood and I
At the brass of St.
the beggers
are more likely wishing praying
Heard the
Rushing the of bay meadows
or was it the
Of in the ghettos

Give me heart
and my ring, love
Give me heart
And break string, love
I've of room
for improvement, you see
and many a
Fake this thing love

I stood and I
at the cemetary
flowers, bottles,
Bluegrass and

Smelled the signs of the
the shit from the
the rains and the
in the bogs

So I strolled the day
until boredom was
with the
in the singing along
the boats in the harbor
have to say
the fish and the shit
that in the bay

If I see you
It be up on the hill
tequilla on Tuesday
and roaches to
We'll be crying and
or laughing and
For Flowers, Bottles,
Bluegrass and