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

Kiss me on the angel
I go to sleep
I can't remember if its or December
I've been keeping track of days by counting
And the on my floor
My memory is making me mistake misfortune for forgivness
I don't I'll make it out alive
So promise me that you'll survive to me

Just empty all the
And the chemicals
But forget the cigarettes
Remember every

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

Maybe we can get these addictions
But the piling up

So me that you'll survive to bury me

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

we'll wake up in time to stop this double suicide
Through kisses with cyanide
ANd one last look through bloodshot

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