Luyện nghe bài hát Three Chord Valentine

She said she liked the way I
So cutting edge I my wrists
I to vomit disappear
and kill those in my mirror
Out classed by losers second
Before I fell on my face
So sick of dreaming, me up
and do worst to shut me up

I'm resistant to your
I can hear you off in the
me the end is coming soon
Too to breathe without it
Too embarrassed to talk it
kiss you off and try to leave
without you me

This punctured pallet me red
Disturbed and angered instead
lift your lips and leave me lost
A pale cold collecting moss
echoes count your hours down
With pulse precision and sound
So and no one cares
An empty room with chairs

I'm resistant to insistance
I can you off in the distance
me the end is coming soon
Too to breathe without it
Too to talk about it
I'll kiss you off and try to
without you me

So you can take dress code
And your elitist looks on
boil them up in a fucking
and shoot it right in your fucking