Luyện nghe bài hát Empty Bottles

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

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

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

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

Empty 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
empty bottles on the table
Black on the ground

Oh, what a life been
What about my life in there? What about the would and
If's, maybe's, could-have-been's? You didn't shit about me, man
You didn't go to school in the clothes that I had to back then
Look at you, fucking faggot, what you at, punk?
What, bitch? Give me shot, hey, what you want?
it a double, fuck it, a triple, fuck it, give 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 feeling like I'm not awake at all
Take a Tylenol, it off
take another shot of Jack but Jack D shot me with a sawed-off

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

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