Luyện nghe bài hát Painting

Ain't no paint gonna cover the stains
The pictures on the wall all remain
And though he's home now sound and safe
by the faces that he placed his faith
The images from the past he witnessed
Can't stay away the memories, sticks with
detail embedded in stone
like he chiseled convictions into his bones
the progress and pauses spits and sputters
the basement faucets
and it's obvious he's in his regrets,
you can smell it on his

Ain't no color paint gonna the stains
but now the alcohol is gonna the pain
Tuck it away, no complaints just laying on his on his
backyard under the
Take tomorrow but doesn't no how though for every swallow there's to follow
He weaves his way the story
looking for a new missing or a door key
Spirits used to be for
But now they just take him away from the hell waiting
Re-up until it's three up
and pick a for the skeletons to meet up

Ain't no color paint cover the stains
But if the escapes it'll smother the flames
No introduction doesn't his own name
Gonna beat them at they own game
The rides to the end slow
Same echoing outside of the window
You grow if the skin don't fit you
Sometimes you get low just to get through
No inspiration left to do best when,
nobody hates you more than reflection
the shame until it stuffs the drain
He's got two hands and a of paint, come on