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 is the lucky man," I thought
"Well what that make me?"
And what would that you my love
Probably more you would care to be

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

I broke up a on a Saturday night
Those vs. me on South Street
Thoughts of the past came to my ass
And left me bleeding on the
You can see these scars and wounds up close
These holes in my on South Street
your microscope and all the things you couldn't cope

They are my enemies at least seem to be

And if you never come
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 waters weren't made for my tread
Then what's possible could give hell
Is it the loss or the longing to which I am
has kept you alive and well?
"This is not the nor the place," you said,
"for picking up pieces me."
But I forgot that I was a man with holes in my hands
When I held those pieces to me

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