Luyện nghe bài hát Dying In New Brunswick

You told me on your birthday all the things that place had done to you.
And in the you walk.
You your face because they don't believe that it's true.
They say it doesn't that often.
But it's happening now.

I'm writing you this letter to let you I'm not alright.
And in this city the streets are with hate
And you cry yourself to tonight.
And say "no, there aren't enough songs in the sky."
You counted down the till you could say "Bye-bye, city, bye-bye"
You're down on Union
You see the roads and they're apart of you.

They say it happen that often
But it's right now.

I'm writing you a time.
To let you know here has changed.
The are still paved with hate.
So you can cry to sleep tonight.

you look back on this night
As the day ruined your life.
you look back on these city streets and say,
"Oh, God, are you?"
In these city I hide my face.
I turn away you look at me
And night when I try and sleep.
I feel your all over my body.

You stripped away the street signs and shot out all the lights.
If you smashed away all the building what you have left?