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

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

And if we see eye to eye
I can always kneel on this floor of
And pray to the god you that never came
And watch you walk right out of this life of

I broke up a fight on a night
Those 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 these up close
holes in my body on South Street
It's your microscope and all the things you cope

They are my enemies at least they to be

And if you come alive
You can always kneel on this floor of
And pray for the man you claim ran
And I can that role, I can read his lines

And if your waters weren't made for my
Then what's could never give hell
Is it the loss or the longing to 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 those pieces to me

And if you change your mind
I can always work on these of mine
And use them on the local girls
And they can keep me they can help you die
And if I never out fine
Well I can always on this floor of mine
And pray to the god you claim never came and
He can keep me shallow he can you die
He can me shallow he can help you die
He can keep me shallow he can you die