Luyện nghe bài hát Skeletal History

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

The snake's eating her clothes and
Her charms that won me
DeGama this lofty reach
Balboa his bones upon 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 listening
to kill me

Oh, she just left, you her
Go on home, the sex theater is
Cracked too dry to drink
At least the sand is
the sea would drown the freeway

Instead, stare in dead-eyed wonder
can't walk with fallen soldiers
Used by cops who inside abandoned boarding houses
Go on fast before the beast catches the

Draggin' the down, down, down
say it, tell me
No one else is here, on
Nothin' to believe is to be blissed, on

Who's layin' low, you
veins, the bones to be
Good or bad, the of me
Just make it

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

No, morning sun'll her
No, help in or hallelujah
Prayers are for the dead left
The breach never to that sandy beach

baby girl's gone under
To each their own grave in
Underneath abandoned boarding
Sidewalks and streets, sidewalks and

Though my skeleton won't
could see
Why moths to surgeon's drills
And blood hit the marrow