Luyện nghe bài hát Vices

Feeling cold, feeling
Set the stage where you me
And this right before me
Doesn't that I'm dying

And the audience stands their eyes fixed
On the preconceived of me
I'm so by your hopes
But I will not myself for your peace of mind

Oh but child, I've got like any other man

Raise a boy to a
Take his love and then let it
something passionate
Something sick, something

And I vent to myself from caving
I don't you, I just hate where I'm heading
I'm here asking, when did I trade in
My bleeding heart for a win?

Oh but Mother, got vices like any other man
Vices you're not used to
Vices that'll you think less of me

me numb, leave me jaded
She's a dream, I play dead
I've been blessed, I've hated
the constant and I'm her addict

She's the peace in this world, uneasy
While I bite my tongue to keep from the heart
That I've spent my whole seeking
The heart I've ever needed

Oh but Lover, got vices like any other man
that you're not used to
Vices that'll make you

Oh but Lover, I've got like any other man
Vices that not used to
Vices make you think less of me, less of me

Feeling cold, empty
I am low,
the God, bleed the blessing
Like a vulture

I'll exist as if I don't feel
Of my to my perfect prison
But I the stabs on my wrists
And ankles time I try

To you, to forget you

Oh but Jesus, I've got vices like any man
Vices that so used to
Vices that make you think less of me