Luyện nghe bài hát Poor Places

It's my father's dreaming of
Sailors off in the morning
For the rooms
At the top of the

His been broken
His bandage is too tight
His have been pulled
And I want to see you tonight

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

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

ties a bow
In my backyard to show me
My is climbing walls
Smoking and I love

My jaw's been
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 tonight
I'm not outside

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

hot in the poor places tonight
I'm not outside
I'm not outside
I'm not going