Luyện nghe bài hát In Medias Res

But let's talk about you for a minute with the vomit in gullet
From a half of vodka that we'd stolen from the optic
In the backseat in your car because it safe to start it
"You're far too fucked to drive", were the words that you

And the water undressed the clothes I tied to the contours of body
And the dead grass stuck to fibers us rolling in the lay-by
We're passed to dog hair blankets protected the backseat covers
And a crucifix was hung from rear mirror by your mother

I'm my body to science, not medical but physics
my corpse to the airport and lay me limp on the left wing
Drop me at the highest
And trace a line around the I leave in the ground
That'll be the initial of the one you'll marry, now I'm not
I for seven hours, the sky didn't want it back

I wake from sleep, my head in your shoulder, wet the window
The frost had and melted, soaked me right through to my collarbone

If you were given the option of painlessly in peace at 45
But with a lover at your after a full and happy life
Is this something that would you?
Would this interest you at