Luyện nghe bài hát Three Days Old

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

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

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

Too young to the horses
Too young causes
I get
And I feel three old

Another day goes and
The people lose
Just 'cause are going slow
Your coat has left you
Just when you're the wind, the cold

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

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

Too young to find the
Too young causes
I get

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

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