Luyện nghe bài hát The Weakends

Quicksand is a of arms
Lose sleep with liquid fiction
Last rites every Friday
While we cool the lights on

High tide tied the neck
The same song bleeding
What makes me so
The insides work the

You ever the dark impressions of your future?
The gravestone whisper the stillness of your heart
I feel it growing dark, a inching deeper
A fever inching to the

I'll tomorrow, fight back at the pouring rain
I'll send the weekends the drain, down the drain
I'll tomorrow, fight back at the pouring rain
I'll send the weekends the drain, down the drain

Shorelines all around the
lights and some heavy breathing
Lipstick and the dagger's
a figment of a feeling

Hands up against the chest
out for the big connection
Laxed lungs never looked so
It's a trunk all the way

As years go crashing by I think of all I've
So minutes squandered, so many things undone
I'll try to figure out how lives I've wasted
Waiting for the perfect to start

I'll kick tomorrow, fight at the pouring rain
I'll send the down the drain, down the drain
I'll kick tomorrow, fight at the pouring rain
I'll send the down the drain, down the drain

kick tomorrow, I'll send the weekends
I'll kick tomorrow, I'll the weekends
I'll kick tomorrow, I'll the weekends
I'll tomorrow, I'll send the weekends

I'll kick tomorrow, fight at the pouring rain
I'll send the weekends the drain, down the drain
I'll tomorrow, fight back at the pouring rain
I'll the weekends down the drain, down the drain