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 strong as the
swirl through the lots
of basin

I and I stared
At the brass of St.
the beggers
are more likely wishing praying
the gamblers
Rushing the gates of bay
or was it the
Of in the ghettos

me your heart
and take my ring,
Give me your
And break string, love
I've plenty of
for improvement, you see
and many a
Fake thing called love

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

the signs of the mourner
the shit the dogs
the rains and the
in the interment

So I strolled the day
until boredom was
the gulls
in the garbage along
where the in the harbor
have to say
the fish and the shit
that in the bay

If I see you
It will be up on the
with on Tuesday
and roaches to
We'll be and drunk
or laughing and
For Flowers, Bottles,
Bluegrass and