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

The time I met you
was up on the
with on Tuesday
and in well
You gave me a
As strong as the
That swirl through the
of basin

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

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

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 boredom was
with the
in the garbage along
where the in the harbor
nothing to say
about the fish and the
that 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 laughing and
For Flowers, Bottles,
Bluegrass and