Luyện nghe bài hát Piru Blues

Show me how to breathe
Give me a to end
This and all the suffer
Is there something, can I
It's to believe again
Is it
Or may be nothing,

stains on the camouflage jacket
And pained hands on the fully automatic
She into the eyes of her comrade slash lover
Comcast CSPAN cover warfare on the other
Side of the world the revolution udders
In a language besides brotherly for the sufferers
It's the sacrifice that her
He brushes her cheek smeared with smudges of all the dirt he picked up
falling to the earth
Where things fall so far to love and so into berserk
Supplies in the but nothing of worth
That can repair the heart so out comes the tears and in the vision
and griffins
The tension, to strengthen, to stiffin',
On his way to God, by the beast
She picks up his and rushes to the street

me how to breathe again
Give me a to end
This pain and all the
Is there something, can I
It's hard to believe
Is it
Or may be nothing,

With stains on the chinchilla fur
And a hundred holes in the Rolls Royce Spurt
Through designer sunglasses the world is a
Diamonds are being ripped from the neck of a
Second and first so unneeded
But this one she feels he got what he deserved
The floats, the liquor spills
She dances on macabres and nigger-as killed
Skeletons dance her, a elegant prance amidst the
Whores and the drunks, the sinners and the
A parliament of baptized in the funk
Cologne don't stop no matter where you put it
But spray it in the trunk, it mixes with the blood
And the residue of drugs, it hits her all at
Stings the
As our Rihanna as in nirvana be witches in other hostel

me how to breathe again
Give me a to end
pain and all the suffering
Is something, can I wait?
It's to believe again
Is it
Or may be (oh)

Show me how to again
me a reason to end
This pain and all the
Is there something, can I
hard to believe again
Is something?
It may be nothing,

With stains on the maxi pad missing
We welcome another soul into the land of the
Something about the so different, it smiles
Now how could smile
So she runs the kitchen
The microwave the and the plates
Everywhere where a reflection of her face
The off TV, the cell phone and laptop screen be
jubilant as Jeezy
In the trap or Gucci in the chain
A fan getting dropped
This in the plans but the pain stopped
And the daffodils
Pleasant surprise not in the newspaper
Or seen in the of a chamomile
She missed it
fell out of the bag 'cause she dissed it
Learned her lesson, she terrific

Show me how to breathe
me a reason to end
This and all the suffering
Is there something, can I
hard to believe again
Is it
Or may be nothing,

me how to breathe again
Give me a to end
This pain and all the
Is there something, can I
hard to believe again
Is it
Or may be nothing,