Luyện nghe bài hát Piru Blues

Show me how to breathe
Give me a 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 love pained hands on the automatic
She looks the eyes of her comrade slash lover
Comcast CSPAN cover rages on the other
Side of the world where the udders
In a language besides brotherly for the sufferers
It's the sacrifice touches her
He brushes her cheek smeared with black smudges of all the he picked up
From falling to the
Where them fall so far to love and so into berserk
Supplies in the church but of worth
That can repair the heart so out the tears and in come 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 something, can I wait?
It's hard to believe
Is it
Or may be nothing,

With blood on the chinchilla fur
And a bullet holes in the Rolls Royce Spurt
Through designer sunglasses the is a blur
Diamonds are being ripped the neck of a third
Second and first seem so
But this one she feels that he got he deserved
The money floats, the liquor
She dances on macabres and being killed
Skeletons dance with her, a prance amidst the
Whores and the drunks, the and the punks
A parliament of fools in the funk
Cologne stop bullets no matter where you put it
But they spray it in the trunk, it mixes with the
And the residue of drugs, it her all at once
the nostrils
As our Rihanna as Madonna in nirvana be witches in other

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

With stains on the maxi pad missing
We welcome another into the land of the living
about the mirror so different, it smiles
Now how glass 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
Looking jubilant as
In the or Gucci in the chain shop
A fan getting dropped
wasn't in the plans but the pain stopped
And the daffodils
Pleasant surprise not in the newspaper
Or seen in the leaves of a
She must've it
Probably out of the bag 'cause she dissed it
Learned her lesson, she terrific

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