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

The first I met you
was up on the
with on Tuesday
and in well
You gave me a
As as the winds
That swirl the lots
of China

I and I stared
At the of St. Mary
Where the
are more likely wishing praying
the gamblers
Rushing the gates of bay
or was it the
Of hearts in the

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

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

Smelled the signs of the
the shit from the
the and the tears
in the interment

So I through the day
until was dawn
the gulls
in the singing 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 crying and
or and stones
For Flowers, Bottles,
and bones