Luyện nghe bài hát Skeletal History

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

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

breaks in my fingers
Pullin' nickels through the too much has took a toll
Smoke crawls low the ceilings
And all is quiet, but I listening
to kill 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, stare in dead-eyed wonder
can't walk with fallen soldiers
Used by cops who fucked inside boarding houses
Go on fast before the catches the bastard

the chain down, down, down
Who'll say it, 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 make it

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

No, morning move her
No, help in or hallelujah
Prayers are for the dead left
The breach never to reach that beach

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

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