Luyện nghe bài hát Hanging From A Hit

What this night is what it gets
Strung in silken
Lit by cigarettes flaring by side,
With the all wet,
As the only that's bright.

And I don't need to that bridge
I find I'm swinging or over the pit tonight
I'm hanging a hit tonight
Was wild enough to order up and toss my lips

What's making all my
Is taking all my away
But I need to cry
Because now I'm

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

A day she spends the
And I can her sighing
As she's almost asleep on one
I lie on my pillow
And ask her husband 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 much mine him.

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

And I my smiles,
And I my wires and I need my stripes.
And I the lines until I lid my eyes,
And I'm time without him.

And she says,
And I ignite
And I flash with
And I limp life
And I'm blazing
And I'm surging
And up my mind
with him.

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