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 lover on Friday night
He was gold and silver
"So is the lucky man," I thought
"Well what does make me?"
And would that make you my love
Probably more than you care to be

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

I broke up a fight on a night
Those memories vs. me on South
Thoughts of the past to kick my ass
And left me on the concrete
You can see these and these wounds up close
These in my body on South Street
your microscope and all the things you couldn't cope

They are my enemies at least they to be

And if you never alive
You can always kneel on this of mine
And pray for the man you ran away
And I can play role, I can read his lines

And if waters weren't made for my tread
Then what's possible could never hell
Is it the or the longing to which I am belonging
that has kept you alive and
"This is not the nor the place," you said,
"for up pieces like me."
But I forgot 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 lines 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 kneel on floor of mine
And to the god you claim that never came and
He can me shallow he can help you die
He can keep me he can help you die
He can keep me he can help you die