Luyện nghe bài hát The Radiator Hums

Dinner's cold
You haven't touched a
So it gonna be?
I can out much longer than you

When it's steady, I'm just out my roles
When ready, I'll be walking out that door
And don't call me, pretty baby
Oh, foolish worker bee, I'm fucking queen

I out the phone to try to get through to you
The lines are down, by the hum of the radiator
This house is the hole that you could never
rose blossomed bouquets, vanities and love seats

Sad little boy, I know you get
But everyone goes through these trials of and self-abuse
When you're selfless you're so not to adore
When you're selfish, I just love you more

I to help you but you've got to say the words
"I to be cured"

Drowned deep in this hole dug for ourselves
Throw me in headfirst, submerged in this depression
Impoverished and impotent and don't call me pretty

I out the phone to try to get through to you
The lines are down, drowned by the hum of the
This house is the hole that you never fill
With shattered dinner plates that's how communicate

Hey, pretty baby, are you ready for