Luyện nghe bài hát Hurting And Shoving (she Should Have Let Me Sleep)

When I get back, pre-break of
Hear the it's me, live from a pay phone
Talking in the
Things pan out as I say they will

Will I be less happy when I get
Two in one glove as if we were poor
The hard up the soup from stones
Like the poor before them did

You say the waiting could crush heart
But nothing new to me
Have you crave me so
But I know how you need me

You bleed for me though now I'm
You fill my shoes new fans
Always and forever, we are and may she see
She'd be rejoicing in distance

If she only let me
things make less happy when I get back?
Absence makes the grow still
Abuse the hunt, the kill
I know, I

Make the feel deader, deader
Make the dead sleep with a razor
Waiting, the prey
I'll my child's head underwater

If it's a boy, I was joking, if it's a
I'll say I did what I did I had to

And if you find my kid later, tell her I too
We just might work out fine I love you enough
To let you give the pain I want

And you do, I just might fuck you enough to love you
Once my night stand, lied letters piled in columns
Postmarked Middle Island, out in the country of Solemn