Luyện nghe bài hát Skeletal History

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

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

breaks in my fingers
Pullin' nickels the stem too much has took a toll
Smoke crawls low 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 fucked inside abandoned houses
Go on fast before the beast catches the

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

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

Oh, who knows my
anyone admit the fact that they infected her
She said, the sun was burn and blister
My blood, Godspeed, God her
Farewell, honey,

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

Poor baby girl's under
To each their own buried in
Underneath abandoned boarding
Sidewalks and streets, and streets

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