Luyện nghe bài hát Hotel Hobbies

Hotel hobbies dawns hollow corridors
Bell checking out the hookers in the bar
Slug-like fingers trace the star-spangled clouds of on the mirror
The short took it's bow

The tell tale tocking of the cigarette
Marking time in the packet as the sweat
Lies like discarded armour on an bed
And a craving is crawling in his head

And the only sign of is the ticking of the pen
Introducing to memories like old friends
Frantic as a scratching out the lines
A of confession a catalogue of crime in happy hour
Do you cry in hour, do you hide in happy hour,
The pilgrimage to hour

New shadows tugging at the of his eye
for attention as the sunlight flares
Through a curtains tear, shuffling beams
As if in anticipation of another day