Luyện nghe bài hát Piru Blues

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

Blood stains on the jacket
And pained hands on the fully automatic
She looks into the eyes of her slash lover
Comcast CSPAN warfare rages on the other
Side of the where the revolution udders
In a language brotherly love for the sufferers
the sacrifice that touches her
He brushes her cheek smeared with black smudges of all the he picked up
From falling to the
Where them things fall so far to love and so berserk
in the church 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, guarded by the
She picks up his rifle and rushes to the

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,

With blood on the chinchilla fur
And a hundred bullet holes in the Rolls Spurt
Through sunglasses the world 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 on macabres and nigger-as being killed
dance with her, a elegant prance amidst the
Whores and the drunks, the and the punks
A of fools baptized in the funk
don't stop bullets 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
the nostrils
As our Rihanna as Madonna in be witches in other hostel

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

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

With blood stains on the maxi pad
We welcome soul into the land of the living
about the mirror so different, it smiles
Now how could smile
So she runs into the
The the spoons and the plates
Everywhere where a reflection of her face
The turned off TV, the phone and laptop screen be
Looking as Jeezy
In the trap or Gucci in the chain
A fan getting name
This wasn't in the but the pain stopped
And held the
Pleasant not in the newspaper horoscope
Or seen in the of a chamomile
She missed it
Probably out of the bag 'cause she dissed it
Learned her lesson, she feels

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 it
Or may be nothing,

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