Luyện nghe bài hát Poor Places

It's my father's voice of
sailing off in the morning
For the rooms
At the top of the

His jaw's broken
His bandage is wrapped too
His fangs have been
And I really want to see you

There's on the breath
Of the singer you love so
He all his words from the books
you don't read anyway

His been broken
His is wrapped too tight
His have been pulled
And I really want to see you

Someone a bow
In my backyard to me love
My voice is climbing
and I want love

My been broken
My heart is in ice
My fangs have pulled
And I really want to see you

And it makes no to me
How they cried all over
When it's hot in the poor places
I'm not going

They all over overseas
It no difference to me
When it's hot in the poor tonight
I'm not going

hot in the poor places tonight
I'm not outside
I'm not outside
I'm not outside