Luyện nghe bài hát Stitches

Every hour is a
minute lasts a day
so i sit picking stitches
i comfort in decay

how i long to my lungs

so tell me how it feel to
in cold and clean
cause ive been on my knees
i was seventeen

thought i was safe beneath the
but even under cover i choke

well my wings were and even if they wern't
ive not the guts to fly and leave the earth
no poetry in my soul just a list of lies ive told
and i dont know how much i can hold on x3