Luyện nghe bài hát Diagnosis

I a headache, I have a sore back
I have a letter I send
I have desire, it falters and falls
It you up drunk at three or four a.m.

To wonder when,
All the cheap tricks I too hard not to pull
Pulled or pulled apart
Diagnosis of a foreign of heart

I have a story, I'd to tell you
It's littered with settings and takes
I have a feeling, hums with the lights
Hides ice in always frozen lakes

My mistake to make you
Another like a broken creaky hinge
To oil and push or pry
The diagnosis of a foreign frame of

Found a cure for being
And as anything
I'll for my reckoning

To oil and or pry apart
The diagnosis of a frame of heart