Luyện nghe bài hát Poor Places

It's my voice dreaming of
sailing off in the morning
For the air-conditioned
At the top of the

His been broken
His bandage is wrapped too
His fangs have pulled
And I really to see you tonight

There's bourbon on the
Of the singer you love so
He takes all his from the books
you don't read anyway

His jaw's broken
His bandage is too tight
His have been pulled
And I really to see you tonight

ties a bow
In my backyard to me love
My voice is walls
Smoking and I want

My jaw's broken
My is wrapped in ice
My fangs have pulled
And I want to see you tonight

And it makes no to me
How they cried all over
When it's hot in the poor places
I'm not going

They all over overseas
It makes no to me
When hot in the poor places tonight
I'm not going

It's hot in the places tonight
I'm not going
I'm not outside
I'm not going