Luyện nghe bài hát Scoundrel Days

Was that somebody
It wasn't me for
I lift my head up from pillows
Put my on the floor
Cut my wrist on a bad
And for the door

Outside on the
The dark no noise
I can feel the sweat on my
Leaking into my
I'm out for the steep hills
They're leaving me no

And see
As our lives are in the
We
Through the and the hating
That love free

For of an option
I run the wind
I dream of houses burning
Never knowing else to do
With death comes the
and new

Was it too to ask for
To pull a little
forgive anything but greatness
These are scoundrel
And I'm to calling out their names
As hits my face

And see
As our are in the making
We
Through their lies and the
That love goes
Through days

I reach the edge of
got blood in my hair
Their hands touch my
everywhere
But I know I've made it
As I run the air

And see
As our are in the making
We
Through the and the hating
That love goes
Through scoundrel