Luyện nghe bài hát Skeletal History

Oh, an artery is not a
No history can tell, my skeleton tell
Why some like moths draw to a drill
And shot hits to marrow

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

breaks in my fingers
Pullin' nickels through the stem too much has a toll
Smoke crawls low along the
And all is quiet, but I listening
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 boarding houses
Go on fast before the catches the bastard

the chain down, down, down
Who'll say it, me
No one else is here, on
Nothin' to is to be blissed, come on

Who's low, you said
Whether veins, the to be
or bad, the death of me
Just 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
are for the dead left over
The breach to reach that sandy beach

Poor baby gone under
To their own grave buried in
abandoned boarding houses
Sidewalks and streets, sidewalks and

my skeleton won't tell
Some see
Why moths to surgeon's drills
And shots hit the marrow