🎵 Luyện Nghe Bài Hát: In His Hands - Nirvana

  conversations, even I can read
 Wouldn't want to fake it, and  tired of this dream
 Taking medications, in the back of  room
 Driven conversations, he died  June.
 
 See the stab wounds  his hands
 See him dying  his room
 He's dying in his 
 He's dying  his room
  for me, heading this way
 He is coming, I don't 
 
 Wouldn't  to fake it, well I don't mind
 Giving conversations  a friend of mine
 Giving  in a lighted room
 Wouldn't want to  it, I know I should
 
 See  stab wounds in his hands
  killed him, I don't care
 Keep  promise, you would too
 Keep a promise, even 
 See the silence  his head
 He is coming, I don't 
 
 We're  gonna make it, well I don't mind
 Wouldn't want to fake  but I have this time
 Giving conversations, to whom they  know
 Taking medications till my  full.
 
 See a famine  his head
 See him coming at  heels
 He loves you, give  a chance
 I  love him, I don't care
 See him  give him hell
 It is over, we  care