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

The first I met you
was up on the
with on Tuesday
and roses in
You me a kiss
As as the winds
swirl through the lots
of basin

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

me your heart
and my ring, love
Give me heart
And this string, love
plenty of room
for improvement, you see
and many a
Fake this thing called

I and I stared
at the stones
flowers, bottles,
Bluegrass and

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

So I through the day
until boredom was
with the
in the garbage along
where the boats in the
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
be crying and drunk
or and stones
For Flowers, Bottles,
and bones