Luyện nghe bài hát Toiletries

Well say creatures of habit,
Are woven instinctively the fabric.
I'd like to that my feet weave the graphic
And I am the tapestry.

call this tragic;
Tragedy is just an medicine cabinet.
I'd like to
The kitchen is an anchor,
keeping me floating away.
my legs are driftwood,
And my are stuck in slow motion.
This place is thinner.
you call a river,
I'd an ocean.

this isn't fitting,
The sweater is
But I am knitting.
I'd to try
Something or something worthwhile.

Well they'd call this
But is just a cover up for all my bad habits.
I'd say we're
Oh, but say where all the same.

smile,
Hidden behind the missing of tiles,
And been drowning, Woah!

I
Am a creature of the night, And I and die
By the that
Our is white.

I'm a of the night
And I and die
By the idea
Our is white.

The of habit
Were woven instinctively the fabric.
Well I'd to think,
That my weave the graphic
And I am the tapestry.
call this tragic
But tragedy is just an medicine cabinet.

Well I'd like to think the sink is an anchor
me from floating away
But my are driftwood,
And my arms are stuck in motion.
Place is thinner,
What you a river I call an ocean!

I, am a creature of the
And I and die
By the that,
Our is white.

I'm a of the night
And I and die
By the that,
Our is white.