Luyện nghe bài hát Hotel Hobbies

Hotel hobbies paddin' hollow corridors
Bell boys out the hookers in the bar
Slug like fingers trace the spangled clouds of cocaine on the mirror
The short straw took bow

The tell tockin' of the last cigarette
time in the packet as the whiskey sweat
Lies like armor on an unmade bed
And a cravin' is crawlin' in his head

And the sign of life is the tickin' of the pen
Introducin' characters to memories old friends
Frantic as a scratchin' out the lines
A fever of confession a catalog of crime in hour
Do you cry in hour?
Do you in happy hour?
The pilgrimage to hour

New tuggin' at the corner of his eye
for attention
When the flares
Through a curtains
Shufflin' its beams as if in nervous anticipation of day