Luyện nghe bài hát Broken Bottles

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

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

Broken bottles the skin
The pushes the pin
I can't afford to it thin
bottles under the skin

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

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

And now we're breathing in our
Keep getting by the policy
Our poor little broken
Now why the is this all happening?

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

Can we on to me
Cause is sinking in denial
While my keep on chattering
How can you leave,
the bloods up to my knees
And the doors of
never ending

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