Luyện nghe bài hát Sweet Illness of Mine

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

My heart has become colder this room,
long time since I joy or happiness
All of the roses you planted lost
their touch and away

Thinking back on the good we had,
we would laugh
The wind blew in hair as we
drove the country

Not even all of the world's
can me anymore
I've the spark and light,
nothing to hold to my heart

I keep at the chromed .45,
lying on the room table
A of silence...