Luyện nghe bài hát A Journalist Falls in Love with Deathrow Inmate #16

I was writing his
And he me a look
He was very handsome, so
and I never that he'd be my boyfriend
He wrote me letters, from prison
That said I I've killed a few
But none of those were you
I speak
It was for me
I found my reaper prince

Well he said he me
And he cooked me
He cut my out
And me feel thinner
And never forget him
Now it's over
The that we had
When they strapped him
Oh but how all the girls were
Cause he me the best
Oh and I breathe
It was true love
But now my grim is gone

Well I said I him
When strapped him in
But he wasn't
He took it a man
And the families him
As he breathed his
But I got rather
I to laugh
And say now he's got comin'
He was due his lot
Oh and I couldn't see, were tears on my cheek
my grim reaper prince
Goodbye my grim reaper
Goodbye
I'll see you in a

Fair
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