Luyện nghe bài hát Toiletries

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

They call tragic;
Tragedy is just an empty cabinet.
I'd like to
The sink is an anchor,
me from floating away.
'Cause my are driftwood,
And my arms are stuck in motion.
This is getting thinner.
you call a river,
I'd an ocean.

Well isn't fitting,
The is finished
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 different
Oh, but they'd say 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 creatures of
woven instinctively into the fabric.
Well I'd to think,
That my feet the graphic
And I am the tapestry.
call this tragic
But is just an empty 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 call a I call an ocean!

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

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