Luyện nghe bài hát Painting

Ain't no color paint gonna the stains
The pictures on the wall will all
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 embedded in stone
like he chiseled convictions into his bones
the progress stops and spits and sputters
the basement faucets
and it's he's lost in his regrets,
you can smell it on his

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

Ain't no color paint cover the stains
But if the oxygen it'll smother the flames
No introduction speak his own name
Gonna them demons at they own game
The rides to the end slow
Same song echoing outside of the
You grow if the skin don't fit you
Sometimes you get low just to get through
No inspiration left to do your when,
nobody hates you more you're reflection
Suffer the shame until it the drain
got two hands and a bucket of paint, come on