Luyện nghe bài hát Death Of Me

Have you ever tried to talk and not sense?
And do you ever want to drive away and not them where you've been?
And do the skies too bright?
Do the southern seem to feel as sweet as sin?

And I've got no to rest my head
And all my clever words now been said
And I think this turn out to be the death of me
The death of me, the of me, the death of me

And do you see a in every room?
Does it seem that you need to an opinion you can prove?
And are your feet shuffling towards the
And has it gotten to the point where you can't it any more?

And got no place to rest my head
And all my clever have now been said
And I think this will turn out to be the of me
The death of me, the of me, the death of me

The death of me, oh Lord, the of me