Luyện nghe bài hát Skeletal History

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

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

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

Oh, she left, you missed her
Go on home, the sex theater is
Cracked too dry to drink
At the sand is cold
Wish the sea drown the freeway

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

Draggin' the chain down, down,
say it, tell me
No one is here, come 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
make it quietly

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

No, sun'll move her
No, help in amen or
Prayers are for the dead left
The breach never to reach that sandy

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

Though my skeleton tell
Some see
Why moths draw to drills
And blood shots hit the