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 lover on 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 than you would to be

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

I broke up a fight on a Saturday
Those memories vs. me on South
of the past came to kick my ass
And left me bleeding on the
You can see these scars and these up close
These holes in my body on Street
It's microscope and all the things you couldn't 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 play role, I can read his lines

And if your weren't made for my tread
Then what's could never give hell
Is it the loss or the to which I am belonging
has kept you alive and well?
"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 never your mind
I can always on these lines of mine
And I'll use on the local girls
And they can me shallow they can help you die
And if I never turn out
Well I can always kneel on this floor of
And pray to the god you claim that came and
He can keep me he can help you die
He can keep me he can help you die
He can keep me he can help you die