Luyện nghe bài hát Skeletal History

Oh, an is not a vein
No history can tell, my skeleton won't
Why like moths draw to a surgeon's drill
And blood shot to marrow

The eating through her clothes and
Her that won me over
DeGama breached this lofty
Balboa left his bones the beach, left there to bleach

Rose breaks in my
Pullin' nickels through the stem too much has took a
Smoke low along the ceilings
And all is quiet, but I keep
Come to me

Oh, she just left, you her
Go on home, the sex is closed
Cracked too dry to drink
At least the is cold
Wish the sea would drown the

Instead, girls stare in wonder
They can't with fallen soldiers
by cops who fucked inside abandoned boarding houses
Go on before the beast catches the bastard

the chain down, down, down
Who'll say it, me
No one else is here, on
Nothin' to believe is to be blissed, on

layin' low, you said
Whether veins, the to be
or bad, the death of me
Just it quietly

Oh, who knows my
Can't admit the fact that they infected her
She said, the sun was burn and blister
My blood, Godspeed, God her
Farewell, honey,

No, morning move her
No, help in or hallelujah
Prayers are for the dead over
The breach never to reach that beach

Poor baby girl's under
To their own grave buried in
abandoned boarding houses
Sidewalks and streets, sidewalks and

Though my skeleton tell
Some see
Why moths to surgeon's drills
And shots hit the marrow