Luyện nghe bài hát Sinking Ship

I can feel it coming up and spreading of me
It warms the blood and it eats the memory
From my pen, you expected the sweet honey to
But the words come out rats leaving a sinking ship
Yeah, at them run

Your discretion, how you so proudly call it
Well, I'm afraid, honey, it crumbled down to the powder in your wallet
And all the shapes and forms which you control
From the whitest and to the whore of alcohol
Ah, at her run

We'll get to your sad side again (x4)