🎵 Luyện Nghe Bài Hát: In His Hands - Nirvana

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