Слушать бесплатно tomorrow if not sooner

run like hell but your breath won't hold the devil's kiss Delilah's pride black as day cold as sound your words grow limp the more you say let the whiskey run the show won't stop 'til the bells toll dawn in this broken dream let the whiskey run press your body close blow another round burn the temple down let the whiskey run take her hand her ivory hand kiss her lips red as blood she knows no fear her shots are true jet black reins and an ashen smile so break your bread weigh your debts let your face grow pale hold nothing back let the whiskey run press your body close blow another round burn the temple down let the whiskey run