Luyện nghe bài hát Three Days Old

The poetry of hangover
I want to think, not hard anyway
The and fish, they're bad
Take another breath, another and swallow

Holding the hand of hard times and
Yeah, it could be worse, my star could
It fall

Pacified by little things, tones of and green
Seem to a scream in waiting
All red eyes, all heads
No one anything I can hear
Down here on the where I belong

Too young to find the
Too young causes
I get
And I three days old

day goes and fails
The lose control
Just things are going slow
Your corduroy has left you
when you're feeling the wind, the cold

And comes a rain of old thoughts
That have to wreck my high
And bring me down, bring me

You and I are not the same, you everything
wave in a spin, blown by things I've hated
I've faded, faded to the point
I'm not all there, curled up on the floor where I

Too young to find the
Too young fighting
I get

You and I are not the same, you like
Arms wave in a spin, blown by things hated
I've faded, faded to the where
I'm not all there, curled up on the floor where I

Too young to the horses
Too young fighting
I'm
I'm my head, in over my head
I passed out the line
Feel three days old