Luyện nghe bài hát Sweet Illness of Mine

The whiskey bottle's almost
as well as the pack of
awake for several days now,
haunted by the

My heart has become than this room,
long since I felt joy or happiness
All of the you planted have lost
their touch and away

Thinking on the good times we had,
when we would
The wind in your hair as we
across the country

Not all of the world's whores
can satisfy me
I've lost the and light,
nothing to hold close to my

I staring at the chromed .45,
on the living room table
A of silence...