Luyện nghe bài hát The Fine Art Of Making It Out Alive

Kiss me on the forhead
I go to sleep
I remember if its Thursday or December
been keeping track of days by counting hangovers
And the bottles on my
My memory is making me mistake misfortune for forgivness
I don't think make it out alive
So promise me that survive to bury me

Just all the alcohol
And the chemicals
But don't forget the
every ember

Alright, I admit that past few months broken and abused
Now I'm used to the bleeding and unspoken that kept me so confused
we can get past these addictions
But the bodies piling up are a other story
Unless stomach's strong enough(2x)

Maybe we can get these addictions
But the bodies up

So me that you'll survive to bury me

Hell, we can just pretend
That this wont depend on moderation
And in the end the same won'e leave me dead(2x)
empty all the alcohol...or baby we're dead

Tomorrow we'll wake up in time to stop this double
kisses laced with cyanide
ANd one last through bloodshot eyes

I guess this is what they call killing in small dose(2x)