Luyện nghe bài hát Skeletal History

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

The snake's eating her clothes and
Her charms that won me
DeGama breached lofty reach
Balboa left his bones upon the beach, there to bleach

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

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

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

Draggin' the down, down, down
Who'll say it, me
No one is here, come on
Nothin' to is to be blissed, come on

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

Oh, who my sister
Can't anyone admit the fact 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 amen or
Prayers are for the dead left
The breach never to reach that sandy

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

Though my won't tell
Some see
Why moths draw to drills
And blood shots hit the