Luyện nghe bài hát Kw

In still soft with sleep
words that are worth the dirt beneath
verbal arrows that you
shot the moon in parking lot

I hit you in the
my imprinted with your teeth marks
and skin struck cobblestone
realigned a broken bone

If you it right
me on the line
hold knives so tight
until your knuckles white

Any that fits
was by hypocrites
with no one to blame
no reward for a wicked fame

Your eyes follow me
like cigarette in a sweatshirt sleeve
a space you couldn't fill
you can try to drown me but I'm hard to

You can for my stride
cheer me on from the side your pretender pride
I'll forgive but forget
all the pain of your threats

If you it right
me on the line
hold your so tight
your knuckles turn white

Any glove that
was stitched by
with no one else to
there's no reward for a fame

when we hit the dust
hands like coins and decaying rust
Your were hazard high
Just the kind of crazy would catch my eye

Your instructions prevail
"just a few can throws crooked tail"
Your sling and slang in
Feels like a lucid dream

If you it right
Keep me on the
hold your so tight
until your knuckles turn

Any that fits
was by hypocrites
no one else to blame
there's no for a wicked fame