Luyện nghe bài hát Soul Singer In A Session Band

See the soul singer in the session
Shredded to ribbons beneath a microphone
the quickness of pity like a flash in a pan
For the soul in the session band

A red carpet bagger a blackberry call
To the plastic in the city of salt
Wasted wheat paste campaign, post no bills on the
You mean nothing to no one but that's fault

See the singer in the session band
Shredded to beneath a microphone stand
Felt the of pity like a flash in a pan
For the singer in the session band

I had a lengthy about the power of myth
With a author who didn't exist
In this fictitious world, all reality
I was a romantic, now I'm just turning tricks

Just like that soul in the session band
Shredded confetti a microphone stand
Saw the of interest slipping cash in the hand
Of the soul singer in the band

Now his room is on fire since he it red
There are a stranger's sequins at the foot of the bed
He's to weddings and funerals but he still never wept
Now sorrow is pleasure you want it instead

Just like that soul in the session band
Wailed like an infant atop a baby grand
We'll need every and every man
To the soul singer in the session band

or taillights, it's a flip of a coin
I've been coming and going the day I was born
And I the breadcrumbs but I never got home
I old in an instant, now I am all on my own

See the soul singer in the band
Shredded to beneath the microphone stand
Saw the wave of the future the crack in the dam
Drowned the singer in the session band
Bless the soul singer in the session