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 lover on Friday
He was wearing gold and
"So is the lucky man," I thought
"Well what 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 that never came
And watch you walk right out of this life of

I broke up a 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 wounds up
These holes in my body on 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 ran away
And I can play role, I can read his lines

And if your weren't made for my tread
what's possible could never 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 junk man with holes in my
When I held those close to me

And if you never change mind
I can always on these lines of mine
And I'll use them on the local
And they can keep me they can help you die
And if I never turn out
Well I can always kneel on this of mine
And pray to the god you that never came and
He can me shallow he can help you die
He can keep me shallow he can you die
He can me shallow he can help you die