Luyện nghe bài hát Grave

Flavour of the week, of the streets I was begging.
Big city boy with lots of toys, you learning.
But I closed my eyes tight, you dug a deeper.
You held me through the night, I know I was my grave.

So we packed up and to London town.
Met of people, I started roaming around.
But you so driven, and I so passive.
I knew in that moment, that I was my grave.

Five had past, and we woke up one morning.
You threw a chair and I smashed a glass no warning.
I said pass me my and pick,
your look of concern when I look at this ditch.
You I've been digging my grave.

Five months have passed and I I've finally sobered.
I'm down in this and I look up at last.
But theres no rope nor shovel to me up.
Bath my skin and wash my hair, so now I live love.
You know, I in my grave.