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

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

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

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

They are my enemies at least seem to be

And if you never alive
You can always kneel on floor of mine
And for the man you claim ran away
And I can play that role, I can read his

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

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