Luyện nghe bài hát Hanging From A Hit

What this night wants is what it
Strung in silken
Lit by cigarettes side by side,
With the all wet,
As the only thing bright.

And I need to cross that bridge
I find I'm swinging or sailing over the pit
I'm hanging from a hit
Was wild enough to order up and toss my lips

What's making all my
Is all my fears away
But I don't to cry
Because now I'm

A moth that's swerving the sage
A creature from a cage
A shadow by a new sun ray

A day she the night
And I can hear her
As she's asleep on one side
I lie back on my
And ask what her husband is

And she says, "I polite,
And I tip and tithe,
And I see the with a well-trained eye.
But I cry,
Because I'm too much without him.

And I lie, reclined where the is quiet,
And it's at night.
The silk is fine
And the are white,
But the has died without him.

And I my smiles,
And I want my and I need my stripes.
And I the lines until I lid my eyes,
And I'm losing time him.

And she says,
And I inside
And I with fire
And I limp life
And I'm blind
And I'm live
And up my mind
When him.

And then every inside
Turns to flames, fades to and is dying
And the rises into
A white, blank, bare, sky.