Luyện nghe bài hát Hold On To Yourself

I?m so far from you
up and down my room
Does Jesus love a man who loses?
on my radio
There's cat on the saxophone
Laying a litany of excuses

The madhouse longing in my baby's
She a lamp between her thighs
And the genie comes out singing
And she lives in some forgotten
And moves like she is zombie
Breathes steady as the pendulum swinging

You better on to yourself

Well, cities rust and to ruin
close and cars go cruising
In and the borders of her vision
And she says, oh woah, woah, woah,
As Jesus makes the flowers
All around the scene of her

Oh you I would, yes, I would
I would on to yourself

'Cause in the of the night
I try my best to chase
The phantoms and the ghosts and the fairy
Nights' like this she mutters, ?Open sesame?
And 'Ali And His Forty Thieves'
Launch her off the face of the

Well, you know one day come back
And I?ll on to yourself, to yourself
Oh yeah, hold on to

Oh babe, I?m a thousand away
And I don?t know what to say
Jesus only loves a man who bruises
But we can clearly see
It?s all life and and lunacy
And excuses and excuses and

Well, you know if I I would
Yeah, I would lie right
And I?d hold on to

Yeah, I would lie down
And I would hold on to
One day I?ll back to you
And I?ll on to yourself

Yeah, I?m gonna back
Gonna lie
And I?ll on to yourself
Yeah, to yourself, self, to