🎵 Luyện Nghe Bài Hát: In His Hands - Nirvana

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