Luyện nghe bài hát Neon Cathedral

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Uhm
1, 2, now

Round here they broken hymns
The prayers flow better when I'm soaked gin
The air is and sits in the corner
Bad bartender that'll pickpocket heart
And a jukebox steal your quarter
Bartender, give me a confession
fear for courage in the form of a well drink
There's a heavy current, got a long way to
Closed the a while ago, I need some shots for this sin
Hail Mary, come with me, feel Pac when it hits
Got some in my belly and a riot in the gut
Bushmills for a band-aid, the taste of blood
Then I might actually something if I don't cover it up
Watch their faces, familiar
Even if they left the vinyl booth that they stayed in
The motel next door, a sign that vacant
And a truth that's so I'd be a fool not to chase it
But yea, I'm a fool and I stay
Hope these problems themselves, I die in wait here
One more, four more, fuck it a cap
Service starts at 5 tomorrow and be right back

Underneath this frame
Lives a battle between and shame
But I've misplaced that sense of
This crown of thorns has punched the top my
But closely as I testify
has been a thief at night
Thief at night, thief at

I the Bible but I forgot the verses
The liquor store is later than the churches
by their imperfections, everything is burning
To with the confessions, oh the Lord immerses
Blessed in water, the sin of Holy Father
Have you ever smelled bless smells atmonic Vodka
11 AM in the morning and you get it off ya
Comment to the preacher but it's the pastor isn't talking
Until the store opens I can read up on doctrine
The people close to me say I'm in need of a
Think that I got a problem but are not apostles
This the drink of the Lord, that's to my gospel
Open to interpretation, if judging it I don't want it
I got that scole like my throat when I hit the bottle
And I'm sinking and that's why I on drinking
I need a refill, bar than once every weekend
Sweet Jesus, I'm amnesia
Shaking til I'd get a taste, my is having seizures
Every I walk away and try to leave it
Every time I walk away and try to it

Wouldn't it for the world
in my vices and the bar is my church
Traded my and I pawned off the easel
it all searching for God at the neon cathedral

Wouldn't miss it for the
my vices and the bar is my church
Traded my artist and I off the easel
Spend it all searching for God, neon
Neon

Underneath this frame
Lives a battle between and shame
But I've misplaced sense of fight
This of thorns has crushed the top my spine
But closely as I testify
Dependency has a thief at night
Thief at night, thief at

has been a thief at night
Thief at night, at night
Dependency has a thief at night
Thief at night, thief at