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

The first I met you
was up on the
with tequilla on
and roses in
You me a kiss
As as the winds
That swirl the lots
of China

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

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

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

Smelled the signs of the
the from the dogs
the and the tears
in the bogs

So I strolled the day
until was dawn
the gulls
in the garbage singing
where the boats in the
nothing to say
about the and the shit
float in the bay

If I see you
It will be up on the
with tequilla on
and to kill
We'll be crying and
or and stones
For Flowers, Bottles,
and bones