Luyện nghe bài hát Painting

Ain't no color gonna cover the stains
The pictures on the wall all remain
And even though he's home now sound and
by the faces that he placed his faith
The images visit from the past he
stay away from the memories, sticks with
each detail in stone
like he chiseled those convictions his bones
the stops and pauses spits and sputters
like the faucets
and it's he's lost in his regrets,
you can smell it on his

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

Ain't no paint gonna cover the stains
But if the oxygen escapes it'll smother the
No introduction doesn't speak his own
Gonna beat them demons at they own
The sunset to the end slow
Same song echoing of the window
You can't if the skin don't fit you
Sometimes you gotta get low just to get
No inspiration left to do best when,
nobody you more than you're reflection
Suffer the shame until it the drain
He's got two hands and a bucket of paint, on