Luyện nghe bài hát Skeletal History

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

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

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

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

Instead, girls stare in wonder
can't walk with fallen soldiers
Used by cops who fucked inside abandoned houses
Go on fast before the catches the bastard

Draggin' the chain down, down,
say it, tell me
No one is here, come on
Nothin' to is to be blissed, come 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 admit the fact that they her
She said, the sun was burn and blister
My blood, Godspeed, God her
Farewell, honey,

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

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

Though my skeleton tell
could see
Why moths draw to surgeon's
And blood hit the marrow