Luyện nghe bài hát Neon Cathedral

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Uhm
1, 2, now

Round here they broken hymns
The prayers better when I'm soaked they're gin
The air is rusty and sits in the
Bad bartender that'll pickpocket heart
And a jukebox that'll your quarter
Bartender, please me a confession
Exchange fear for courage in the form of a drink
There's a current, got a long way to swim
Closed the Bible a while ago, I some shots for this sin
Hail Mary, come with me, feel Pac when it hits
Got some fire in my and a riot in the gut
Bushmills for a band-aid, the sweet of blood
Then I actually feel something if I don't cover it up
Watch their faces, places
if they didn't left the vinyl booth that they stayed in
The next door, a sign that reads vacant
And a truth so strong I'd be a fool not to chase it
But yea, I'm a fool and I stay
Hope problems bail themselves, I die in wait here
One more, four more, it a night cap
Service starts at 5 tomorrow and I'll be right

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

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

Wouldn't it for the world
Baptized in my vices and the bar is my
my artist and I pawned off the easel
Spend it all searching for God at the cathedral

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

Underneath fragile frame
a battle between pride and shame
But I've misplaced sense of fight
This crown of thorns has the top my spine
But listen closely as I
has been a thief at night
Thief at night, at night

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