Luyện nghe bài hát These Wholes In My Body On South Street

If I where to go
And if I knew how to get
I met your on Friday night
He was gold and silver
"So this is the lucky man," I
"Well what that make me?"
And what that make you my love
Probably than you would care to be

And if we see eye to eye
I can always kneel on this of mine
And pray to the god you claimed that came
And watch you walk right out of this life of

I broke up a fight on a night
memories vs. me on South Street
Thoughts of the past came to my ass
And left me on the concrete
You can see these scars and wounds up close
These holes in my body on South
It's your microscope and all the things you cope

They are my at least they seem to be

And if you never come
You can always kneel on this floor of
And pray for the man you claim ran
And I can play role, I can read his lines

And if your waters weren't made for my
Then what's possible could give hell
Is it the or the longing to which I am belonging
that has you alive and well?
"This is not the nor the place," you said,
"for picking up pieces me."
But I that I was a junk man with holes in my hands
When I held pieces close to me

And if you never change your
I can always on these lines of mine
And use them on the local girls
And can keep me shallow they can help you die
And if I never turn out
Well I can always kneel on floor of mine
And to the god you claim that never came and
He can keep me he can help you die
He can me shallow he can help you die
He can me shallow he can help you die