Luyện nghe bài hát Piru Blues

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

Blood on the camouflage jacket
And love pained hands on the automatic
She into the eyes of her comrade slash lover
CSPAN cover warfare rages on the other
Side of the world the revolution udders
In a language besides love for the sufferers
It's the sacrifice touches her
He brushes her cheek smeared with smudges of all the dirt he picked up
From falling to the
Where them things fall so far to and so into berserk
Supplies in the but nothing of worth
That can repair the heart so out the tears and in come the vision
Gargoyles and
The tension, to strengthen, to stiffin',
On his way to God, by the beast
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 to believe again
Is it
Or may be nothing,

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

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

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

With stains on the maxi pad missing
We another soul into the land of the living
about the mirror so different, it smiles
Now how could glass
So she runs the kitchen
The the spoons and the plates
Everywhere where there's a of her face
The turned off TV, the cell and laptop screen be
Looking as Jeezy
In the trap or Gucci in the shop
A fan getting dropped
wasn't in the plans but the pain stopped
And held the
Pleasant surprise not in the newspaper
Or seen in the of a chamomile
She must've it
Probably fell out of the bag 'cause she it
Learned her lesson, she feels

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