Luyện nghe bài hát Empty Bottles

Empty bottles on the
roses on the ground
Silhouettes of people
To an sound
stranger
Can I call you a friend? My friend, I'm going
With empty bottles on the
roses on the ground

Ground bottle six with the permanent
Razor sharp lips, give me a kiss
Eyes fixated the familiar shape
Black label, letters, they integrate
Cubans in the bar room with
I bloom in the fog like mushrooms
See every bullet in the window of my past
Now what I call a shot glass (two, three, four)

bottles on the table
Black on the ground
of people dancing
To an sound
Hello
Can I call you a friend? My friend, I'm going
With empty bottles on the
roses on the ground

Count the on the sidewalk
Pack the box in my left palm
on the tip of a smoke
I don't know the light came from
Legs like a ghost, I still
world mushed concrete, feels soft
Blinded by the cameras pop
I'm a big fan, shot (Two, three, four)

Empty on the table
roses on the ground
Silhouettes of dancing
To an unfamiliar
Hello
Can I call you a My friend, I'm going down
With empty bottles on the
Black on the ground

Oh, what a life it's
What about my life in there? What the would and when's?
If's, maybe's, could-have-been's? You didn't know about me, man
You didn't go to school in the clothes that I had to wear then
Look at you, fucking faggot, you looking at, punk?
What, bitch? Give me another shot, hey, what you
Make it a double, fuck it, a triple, fuck it, me the bottle
And then it's bottoms-up, a positive role model

Hey Wolf, Wolf!
Come on man, time to go

Wake up in the morning feeling I'm not awake at all
Take a Tylenol, it off
Wanna take shot of Jack but Jack D shot me with a sawed-off

Wake up in the feeling like I'm not awake at all
Take a Tylenol, it off
Wanna take another shot of Jack but Jack D shot me with a

Empty bottles on the
Black roses on the
Silhouettes of dancing
To an sound
Hello
Can I call you a friend? My friend, I'm going
With empty bottles on the
Black roses on the

bottles on the table
Black on the ground
of people dancing
To an unfamiliar
stranger
Can I call you a friend? My friend, I'm down
With empty on the table
roses on the ground