Luyện nghe bài hát The Art Of Anethesia

Sometimes I think about who I should
The people who are dead or the people who are
Sometimes I hear as they whisper to me
I try to stay so I don't die in my sleep
And I was to take a second look through
Of the on the door of the operating room
And the adrenaline, it my eyes
To the on the floor where the patients lie
I saw his face and I could not
As the kissed his cheek
I felt my go cold and my limbs go weak
Because the body on the where the patients die
Was me
It was me
Give me back my oxygen
('cause I don't to)
Feel the walls of my collapse
(so put me under)
I would sooner die on this
(Than what)
Causes me to be so
There was a lie between my and me
And a body of paper in the passenger seat
As I my eyes, I could not see
I felt the stitches come loose and the run free
And as my began to shake
I felt the hand of the kiss my face
And the devil woke up and grabbed my
He me down to the place where the silence grows
He looked at me with eyes
And he my name as the flowers died
My went cold as I sank between
The ocean I an and the river I'm to be
I'm to be
Give me my oxygen mask
('cause I want to)
Feel the walls of my heart
(so put me under)
I sooner die on this table
(Than what)
me to be so unstable
And I'm by the window on a Sunday
I can't quite
Why I can not at all
And I so tired and wounded
the stitches on my soul came undone
I'm standing in the dark
Well, maybe it's from the drinks we had last
But good God, I love those of mine
The best, the
Or maybe it's from the of sleep
But those secrets I've kept, to be sweet to you
It's dark, my
But it got me
Give me back my mask
('cause I don't to)
Feel the walls of my heart
(so put me under)
I sooner die on this table
(Than what)
me to be so unstable
Causes me to be so
Causes me to be so
Sometimes I if I'm only a ghost
wearing human skin I never
I listen to the devil as he
Because he me with a beautiful rose