Luyện nghe bài hát Piru Blues

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

stains on the camouflage jacket
And love hands on the fully automatic
She looks into the eyes of her slash lover
Comcast CSPAN cover warfare rages on the
Side of the where the revolution udders
In a language besides brotherly for the sufferers
It's the sacrifice touches her
He brushes her cheek smeared black smudges of all the dirt he picked up
From to the earth
Where them things fall so far to and so into berserk
in the church but nothing of worth
That can repair the so out comes the tears and in come the vision
Gargoyles and
The tension, to strengthen, to stiffin',
On his way to God, guarded by the
She picks up his rifle and to the street

Show me how to breathe
Give me a to end
pain and all the suffering
Is something, can I wait?
It's hard to believe
Is it
Or may be nothing,

With blood on the chinchilla fur
And a hundred bullet holes in the Royce Spurt
Through designer sunglasses the is a blur
Diamonds are being ripped from the neck of a
and first seem so unneeded
But one she feels that he got what he deserved
The money floats, the liquor
She dances on macabres and nigger-as killed
Skeletons with 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 bullets no matter you put it
But they it in the trunk, it mixes with the blood
And the residue of drugs, it hits her all at
the nostrils
As our as Madonna in nirvana be witches in other hostel

Show me how to again
Give me a to end
This pain and all the
Is there something, can I
It's hard to again
Is it
Or may be (oh)

me how to breathe again
Give me a to end
This and all the suffering
Is there something, can I
hard to believe again
Is something?
It may be nothing,

blood stains on the maxi pad missing
We welcome another into the land of the living
Something the mirror so different, it smiles
Now how could glass
So she runs into the
The the spoons and the plates
Everywhere there's a reflection of her face
The turned off TV, the cell phone and screen be
Looking jubilant as
In the trap or in the chain shop
A fan name dropped
This wasn't in the plans but the pain
And held the
Pleasant not in the newspaper horoscope
Or seen in the of a chamomile
She missed it
Probably fell out of the bag she dissed it
her lesson, she feels terrific

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

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