Luyện nghe bài hát Hanging From A Hit

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

And I need to cross that bridge
I I'm swinging 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 fears
But I need to cry
Because now I'm

A moth that's swerving through the
A crashing 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 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, reclined 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 read the lines I lid my eyes,
And I'm losing without him.

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

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