Luyện nghe bài hát Poor Places

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

His been broken
His bandage is too tight
His fangs have been
And I really want to see you

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

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

ties a bow
In my backyard to show me
My voice is climbing
and I want love

My jaw's been
My heart is in ice
My fangs have been
And I really to see you tonight

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

They cried all overseas
It makes no to me
it's hot in the poor places tonight
I'm not outside

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