🎵 Luyện Nghe Bài Hát: In His Hands - Nirvana

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