Luyện nghe bài hát Sweet Illness of Mine

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

My heart has colder than this room,
time since I felt joy or happiness
All of the roses you planted have
their touch and away

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

Not even all of the world's
can me anymore
lost the spark and light,
nothing to hold close to my

I keep staring at the .45,
lying on the living room
A of silence...