Luyện nghe bài hát Toiletries

Well they'd say of habit,
Are woven into the fabric.
I'd like to think that my feet the graphic
And I am the tapestry.

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

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

Well they'd this magical
But charm is just a up for all my bad habits.
I'd say different
Oh, but they'd say all the same.

smile,
Hidden the missing pair of tiles,
And I've drowning, Woah!

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

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

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

Well I'd like to the kitchen sink is an anchor
Keeping me from away
But my are driftwood,
And my arms are stuck in motion.
is getting thinner,
What you call a river I 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.