Luyện nghe bài hát Chained to the Couch

Well hot like ouch
And I'm to the couch
And my brain bad ideas out of my mouth
Like a words
burst
Crowd screams and here the hearse
And I'm now
Out of my
As the crowds begin to
And the winos into the barrooms
To away the dreams
And I can years worth of traffic
Outside on dirty street
And I can see the lights
red to black to blue to brown to green
And I been staring for so
My eyes to bleed
Yes I staring for so long
My eyes begin to
I was a young one
They told me I my rights at the door
As I grow older this becomes true and more
Now I'm just staring out that open
I should be
But I ain't got no no more
I ain't got no tears got no tears no more
I ain't got no tears got no tears no more
I lost a few things that were dear to me
Like my arms and my legs and my body and my and my will to speak
Now they're sliding fast towards that ocean floor beneath
Tryin' to not be pulled under by the and the weeds
Rain on the roof fit together so click like a tailor made
It's like pull, aim, click, bang, and shoot
And the rain and wind lick my skin
it's freezin' smooth
And they heal over years of a thousand bloody
Oh Yes they over years of a thousand bloody wounds
I was a young one
They me I left my rights at the door
As I grow older becomes true more and more
Now I'm starin' out that open door
I should be
But I got those tears no more
I got no tears ain't got no tears no more
I ain't got no tears ain't got no tears no