Luyện nghe bài hát Sick

I'm sick of I hear
Everybody sacrificing their for a glass of beer
I won't stand for all of
I don't need poisons to make me feel better

I will take the edge
To my grave
true to myself
Keep out
Because I don't need that shit to me happy

Still sick over the little
Sick because the sorrow I
Think of how deaths could have been saved
If there no cigarettes or beer