Luyện nghe bài hát Hotel Hobbies

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

The tell tocking of the last cigarette
Marking time in the packet as the whisky
Lies like armour on an unmade bed
And a familiar craving is crawling in his

And the sign of life is the ticking of the pen
characters 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 happy hour, do you hide in hour,
The pilgrimage to happy

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