Luyện nghe bài hát We Dance On The Ruins Of The Stupid Stage

I got a semi hollow on my chest. My back hurts.
My throat is stressed.
I swear by the end of the night, I'll be coughing up the drive.
The strings are cutting my skin.
The opens up again, I'm worn out.
For sake, I'm worn out.
My sweat burns the eyes to shit, like my got up and quit.
Now I sit my head down low with my shoes sticking to the floor.
I know that we feel the same. Beaten up by the we savor.
We're out. We try to hit the high notes.
It might now go the way that we want it to.
We gotta just go, we might not be here again.
We gotta go, we go as far as can go.
We're missing notes, but looking.
fucking up, but we're cooking.
It ain't easy double working. That's exactly what doing.
For right now, the is caution.
It's a struggle, it's a blur, but moving.
I've been swinging from my last nerve over the thinnest ice you'd never on earth.
If it wasn't for supporting hands, I'd be through the cracks again.
But one thing sure changed.
Once takes the stage, we'll be worn out.