Luyện nghe bài hát Skeletal History

Oh, an artery is not a
No history can tell, my skeleton tell
Why some like moths draw to a drill
And blood shot hits to

The snake's through her clothes and
Her that won me over
DeGama this lofty reach
Balboa left his upon the beach, left there to bleach

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

Oh, she left, you missed her
Go on home, the sex is closed
mouth too dry to drink
At least the sand is
Wish the sea would the freeway

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

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

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

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

No, morning sun'll her
No, help in amen or
are for the dead left over
The breach to reach that sandy beach

Poor baby gone under
To each their own grave in
Underneath abandoned boarding
and streets, sidewalks and streets

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