Luyện nghe bài hát Kw

In streets soft with sleep
whisper that are worth the dirt beneath
verbal that you brought
shot down the moon in lot

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

If you it right
Keep me on the
hold your knives so
until your turn white

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

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

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

If you play it
me on the line
hold knives so tight
until your turn white

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

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

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

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

Any glove that
was stitched by
with no one else to
no reward for a wicked fame