Luyện nghe bài hát Broken Bottles

Broken bottles the sink
I'm babies, with wedding rings
Evaporation, it makes me
Of broken under the sink

God, can I cut in line?
Dear God, am I my time?

bottles under the skin
The imitation the pin
I can't to keep it thin
Broken bottles under the

Dear God, can I cut in
Dear God, am I wasting my

All broken bottles the scene
I'm your head with kerosine
on self esteem
All bottles behind the scenes

And now we're breathing in our
Keep bludgeoned by the policy
Our poor little policy
Now why the hell is this all

God, can I cut in line?
Dear God, am I my time?

Can we on to me
Cause is sinking in denial
my teeth keep on chattering
How can you leave,
when the up to my knees
And the of cement
It's never

I don't want to this
I want to relive it
I don't want to relive
I don't want to it
I want to relive this
I don't want to it