Luyện nghe bài hát Scoundrel Days

Was that somebody
It me for sure
I lift my head up uneasy pillows
Put my feet on the
Cut my wrist on a bad
And for the door

Outside on the
The dark no noise
I can feel the on my lips
Leaking into my
I'm out for the steep hills
leaving me no choice

And see
As our are in the making
We
Through the and the hating
love goes free

For of an option
I run the wind
I dream of houses burning
Never knowing else to do
With death the morning
and new

Was it too to ask for
To pull a little
forgive anything but greatness
These are scoundrel
And I'm close to calling out names
As pride my face

And see
As our are in the making
We
Through their and the hating
That goes free
scoundrel days

I the edge of town
got blood in my hair
Their hands touch my
From
But I know that I've it
As I run the air

And see
As our lives are in the
We
Through the and the hating
That love free
scoundrel days