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

Kiss me on the angel
I go to sleep
I can't if its Thursday or December
been keeping track of days by counting hangovers
And the on my floor
My mangled memory is me mistake misfortune for forgivness
I don't think I'll make it out
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 that past few months were and abused
Now I'm used to the and unspoken words that kept me so confused
Maybe we can get past addictions
But the bodies piling up are a 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 pretend
That this recovery wont depend on
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
Through kisses laced cyanide
ANd one last look bloodshot eyes

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