Luyện nghe bài hát Hanging From A Hit

What this night is what it gets
in silken knots
Lit by cigarettes flaring by side,
the streets all wet,
As the only thing bright.

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

making all my tears
Is taking all my away
But I need to cry
now I'm clear

A moth that's swerving through the
A creature from a cage
A vaporized by a new sun ray

A day she the night
And I can her sighing
As she's almost 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 sights with a eye.
But I cry,
Because I'm too mine without him.

And I lie, where the room is quiet,
And quiet at night.
The soft silk is
And the are white,
But the wind has died him.

And I my smiles,
And I want my wires and I 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 flash fire
And I limp from
And I'm blazing
And I'm surging
And give up my
with him.

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