Luyện nghe bài hát Poor Places

It's my voice dreaming of
sailing off in the morning
For the rooms
At the top of the

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

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

His jaw's been
His bandage is wrapped too
His fangs been pulled
And I want to see you tonight

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

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

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

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

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