Luyện nghe bài hát The Weakends

Quicksand is a code of
Lose sleep with some liquid
Last rites Friday night
we cool with the lights on

High tide tied the neck
The same song everybody's
What makes me so
The insides the same

You ever fear the dark impressions of your
The slightest gravestone the stillness of your heart
I feel it dark, a fever inching deeper
A inching to the core

I'll kick tomorrow, fight back at the pouring
I'll the weekends down the drain, down the drain
I'll tomorrow, fight back at the pouring rain
I'll the weekends down the drain, down the drain

all around the world
Bright lights and some breathing
Lipstick and the dagger's
a figment of a feeling

Hands up against the chest
out for the big connection
Laxed lungs never looked so
It's a show all the way

As years go crashing by I think of all pondered
So many squandered, so many things undone
try to figure out how many lives I've wasted
Waiting for the perfect to start

I'll kick tomorrow, fight back at the rain
I'll send the weekends down the drain, down the
kick tomorrow, fight back at the pouring rain
I'll send the down the drain, down the drain

I'll kick tomorrow, I'll the weekends
I'll kick tomorrow, I'll the weekends
I'll kick tomorrow, send the weekends
I'll tomorrow, I'll send the weekends

I'll kick tomorrow, fight back at the rain
I'll send the down the drain, down the drain
I'll tomorrow, fight back at the pouring rain
I'll send the weekends down the drain, down the