Luyện nghe bài hát Dusty Shelves

'Ya got 4 butts in the ashtray and a bottle in the sink
And you're passed out on your bedroom on 4 days worth of stink
Your only dreams floating at the bottom of your
just wasting away just sitting on your ass
To the church upon the hill beg for as for the will
a lonely walk back home to an empty room and a ringing phone

You're a fuck up and you're a
But in heart you know better
You born and raised in a loving way
Now your brain has to shit
You're a poet and you're a
And it's all for your heart's
Your eyes are only seeing
And you'll the rest of your days away

Your secrets lie on dusty shelves and your ego may just as well
over all your thoughts as your soul lies in your head to rot
And I feel bad for you anymore
Your head got so big it fit through the fuckin' door
Headed down to purgatory armed sins and tales of glory
A respectful boy and willing to take the blame

You always said you an honest man
You were forced into things that you planned
But excuses only you're full of shit