Luyện nghe bài hát Skeletal History

Oh, an artery is not a
No can tell, my skeleton won't tell
Why some like moths to a surgeon's drill
And blood hits to marrow

The eating through her clothes and
Her charms won me over
DeGama breached lofty reach
Balboa left his bones upon the beach, left there to

Rose breaks in my
nickels through the stem too much has took a toll
Smoke low along the ceilings
And all is quiet, but I listening
to kill me

Oh, she left, you missed her
Go on home, the sex is closed
Cracked too dry to drink
At least the sand is
Wish the sea would drown the

Instead, stare in dead-eyed wonder
They can't walk with soldiers
Used by cops who fucked inside boarding houses
Go on fast before the beast catches the

Draggin' the down, down, down
say it, tell me
No one is here, come on
to believe is to be blissed, come on

Who's layin' low, you
veins, the bones to be
Good or bad, the of me
Just it quietly

Oh, who knows my
Can't admit the fact that they infected her
She said, the sun was gonna burn and
My blood, Godspeed, God her
Farewell, honey,

No, sun'll move her
No, in amen or hallelujah
Prayers are for the left over
The breach to reach that sandy beach

Poor baby gone under
To each their own buried in
abandoned boarding houses
Sidewalks and streets, sidewalks and

Though my skeleton tell
Some see
Why moths draw to surgeon's
And blood hit the marrow