Luyện nghe bài hát Hanging From A Hit

What this night wants is what it
Strung in knots
Lit by cigarettes side by side,
the streets all wet,
As the thing that's bright.

And I don't to cross that bridge
I find I'm swinging or sailing the pit tonight
I'm from a hit tonight
Was wild enough to order up and across my lips

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

A that's swerving through the sage
A crashing from a cage
A shadow by a new sun ray

A day she the night
And I can her sighing
As almost asleep on one side
I lie back on my
And ask what her is like

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 mine without him.

And I lie, reclined the room is quiet,
And quiet at night.
The soft silk is
And the are white,
But the wind has without him.

And I my smiles,
And I want my and I need my stripes.
And I read the lines 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 blazing
And I'm surging
And up my mind
When him.

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