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

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

I stood and I
At the of St. Mary
Where the
are more likely wishing then
Heard the
Rushing the gates of bay
or was it the
Of in the ghettos

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

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

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

So I through the day
until was dawn
the gulls
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 will be up on the
tequilla on Tuesday
and roaches to
be crying and drunk
or laughing and
For Flowers, Bottles,
Bluegrass and