Luyện nghe bài hát Night Still Comes

My brain makes drugs to keep me
A joke for some dead pharaoh
But now, not even the masons
What drug will keep from coming

There are so tools that are made for my hands
But the tide smashes all my plans to sand
And there's someone to say it's easy for me
But I revenge myself all myself
nothing you can say to me

You never held it at the angle
You never held it at the right
Catch a, catch a, catch a, a falling star
But wash your of it
Catch a, catch a, a, catch a falling star
Because you hold it

Did poison my food? Is it cause I'm a girl?
If I puked up some sonnets, would you me a miracle?
I'm gonna go where my leads no more
Swallowed, waist-deep, in the gore of the
A boreal feast, let it finish me,
Cause I myself all over myself
There's you can do to me

You held it at the right angle
You never it at the right angle
Catch a, catch a, catch a, catch a falling
But wash your of it
Catch a, a, catch a, catch a falling star
Because you own it
You never held it at the right
You never held it at the angle

You never it
You never it
You held it, oh...
You never it
You never it
You never it, oh...
You never it
You never it
You held it, oh...