Luyện nghe bài hát Sober to Death

Lovely
in your jeans,
another that I didn't watch with you
another and I'm gonna have to move

That final terror is in your somewhere
Hiding in boxes, closed doorways
Out from the forest to your garage
I've its marks at the corners of your eyes

Nothing
Nothing works for
stories are bad lives
Good are bad lives

Take your hands off neck and hold
On to the ghost of my
You know that lives make bad stories
You can me
When punching gets old
Don't think it'll always be way
Not by anything I say
We were wrecks before we crashed into each

a good idea
If it you on
We breakdowns
And we don't have breakdowns

I want to you going psycho
If you're going psycho I hear
conversation just ends with you screaming
Not words, just ahh-ahh-ahh

Take my off your neck and hold
On to the ghost of body
I know good lives make bad stories
You can me
punching mattresses gets old
What if always be this way
Not comforted by you say
We were wrecks before we crashed into each

Don't
You and me won't be no more