Luyện nghe bài hát Skeletal History

Oh, an is not a vein
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 charms that won me
DeGama breached this lofty
Balboa left his bones upon the beach, there to bleach

Rose breaks in my
nickels through 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 is closed
Cracked too dry to drink
At least the sand is
Wish the sea would the freeway

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

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

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

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

Poor baby girl's gone
To each own grave buried in
Underneath abandoned boarding
and streets, sidewalks and streets

Though my won't tell
Some see
Why moths draw to drills
And blood hit the marrow