Luyện nghe bài hát Tachycardia

It's a grave
A dollar-fifty place
On the north
It's a rope I've climb
I'm a throw from everyone I love and know
But I can't up looking like I do
In an old my hair is slicked back nice and smooth
In a court room, sweat rolling my back
It's a bad
I have it seven times a
No not me
But I'm the one who has to die

Needs a cold draw to slow his
In a dark bar the world just melts
And you feel
Your feet can lose track of time
It's a good when he can stay awake
On a slow day the rain against the of the cafe
She the coffee grounds
And the same thought her like a cinder block
Life's an odd job that she don't got the nerve to

Yeah it's there
At the bottom of those stairs
It's the fair
The on display
In the still
They on the electric lights
And the crowd out
Everyone looks so