Luyện nghe bài hát Hole for a Soul

Holy shamoly said the to the girl
As he wrapped his arms her
And his guts her world
She said I can't any more
No I can't any more
And she could taste the
Breath the
Smell the
Of another angel hooked up on false religion
She's gotta hole for a
gotta sad sad tale to tell
She's hole for a soul
Of being in a living hell

Crikey moses he said with bottle in his
Fingers worn thin down to the
From on the promised land
Fingers worn thin and torn from scratching
All this and sand
Said I take any more
No I can't take any
He had a wife
Doting
An englishman's for his home
Every mile stood this man
And every two stood this broken man's

He's hole for a soul
gotta sad sad tale to tell
He's gotta for a soul
Of being twisted in a living