Luyện nghe bài hát Three Days Old

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

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

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

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

day goes and fails
The people control
Just 'cause things are slow
Your corduroy coat has you
Just you're feeling the wind, the cold

And then comes a of old thoughts
That always have to my high
And me down, bring me down

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

Too young to the horses
Too young fighting
I get

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

Too young to find the
Too young causes
I'm
I'm my head, in over my head
I passed out the water
Feel only three old