Luyện nghe bài hát Vicky's Box

He won't ride in cars
It reminds him of blow jobs he's a queer
And his hair stuck to the roof the wheel
Like a pigeon on a goes around

And circles over circles and he's a
And his hair on the
a pigeon goes around

Says he's a man and his
And his and his eyes
Say a man

He ride anymore
He ride anymore
He won't anymore

Home is a rage feels like a
Home is you read
How you breathe,
Home is how you

I boxed in
I feel in
I feel in
I'll be all right

Home is where the lies
The heart lies, the heart
home, welcome home
Welcome home, home
Welcome

It's under the strangle of
I love pieces of things that I hate
Like this box, this of roof
I can't grasp, can't see

A of past
Days like
Like a ago
to remember like today

I've been another year, another day
Ocean waving and a child
you complain
To kiss the rotten knee

You may be
You may be
You may be in box

A kitchen is a where you prepare
And up
up
up
up