Luyện nghe bài hát Shattered Dreams

[V1 -
Poor me, me a shot of patron
cigarillo or I just gotta be blown
in a silicone zone where are grown
and sessions in the recession fifties are thrown
rose petals, pedaled within cities of
reefer and dance, my chemical romance
my pitiful hands
ache to be warm
like a tux with gold cuffs that waits to be

loves in the haze of a
those that deeply need be gettin they cash back
being in with love, feels so dreamy
till its shattered in beautiful pieces scattered me
i still it, you gotta believe me
I just dont think its as as an instance on tv
we try to close the but persistence aint easy
theres a in the sky if you listen to Stevie
problem is, my arms cant reach far
or stretch high, is it best I fly
with the wings of a goose, mixed red bull
and a cap slapped on to keep my head cool
awaken in a state of
quickly to get back to my city
fuckin
where I
I stay
where I
I lay
[BRIDGE - DEACON & CAMPBELL]
Ive seen all the things that me by
oh why it be real?
I cling to my as I grab the sky
oh why it be real?