Luyện nghe bài hát Life, Death & Love From San Francisco

she love is a hard thing
somewhere between and gardening
or parole board
but she was still for a hard swing
flowers she would pick like strings
for a real whiff
of how life behind par
until then she a
and poor hot lead shots out of
if an inmate ever even think about
before time for the theft of a hard thing
wanna see what a bum bar dreams
before he get gunned down, cause sharp scene
saw it all on the way to the art
around the time they kicked us out, had the park cleaned
she ain't living in a car she just
life on ice like the san shark team
hard times, tryna duck em darkwing
for burning clothes and petty car-keying
and less harmful skylarking
a bag out of american rag
a chinese-made american flag
took a dollar bill then split it in
the picture that she bought fit in the cab
on the train trying her not to live in the past
a bum probably could he spit in her ass
and was it, fits, tantrums random
helter-skelter, a gone manson

and spare you the details
dinner is ceviche out of
cause her date really can't speak well
but she forced to press on like lee
next table was abhored by the smell
she was done at the that the tea fell
a thick wool jacket on a night
unimpressed by or the moonlight
doesn't her like a game of pool might
thinking "what if fantasia had a strike?"
tuned right out of that life
soon as reality became a camera crew and a mic
so what do you do
she "absurd last words from a dude off a zoosk site"
and left him
the roots left geffen
and the howlin' wolf left chess in
stop to watch flows an unpaid session on the steps of a westin
she need to check in
and to to her best friend
new bras to put her in
love life and in...