Luyện nghe bài hát Baby I Got the Death Rattle

We burnt all the skin from the of my hands
With an old Zippo and deodorant can
I went to the palmist and her to read
No heart line, no sun line, no life line, no
all that I wanted was a quiet life
Not one predetermined by slices
Into my flesh and the broad she
One look in my sad eyes, she had to
Baby, the girdle of got me
Got me on my knees
And baby, baby, I got the rattle
And you're six months old me
Traced my right finger
'Long the of every car
On the walk to your house
In the cold from Arms
In the frost I a dick
For every that wouldn't fuck me
Woke early the morning
To see the had bitten me
My blisters and touch cold
Like a cute stuffed toy nose
The kind of gift I'd you
Like a less Van Gogh
And you, you are an angel, that's why you
And I am an ass and why I bray
Your halo to frame you
a photo, a porthole window
I see spill in the pure snow
You see sauce on ice-cream cones
And you, you are an angel, that's why you
And I am an ass and that's why I
If you were tomorrow I'd be today and is the end
Baby, I got the rattle
And baby, I got it bad
I've been digging my grave for quite time
When I'm not digging up the
And I my only necktie
the metal frame of my bed
And where I tied wrists together
Spent all night
Not headstone but
Is I want to be mourned
Not headstone but
Is where I want to be
Not headstone but
Is where I to be mourned
Not headstone but
Is where I to be mourned
Not but headboard
Is where I to be mourned
Not but headboard
Is where I to be mourned
Not headstone but
Is where I want to be
Not but headboard
Is where I want to be
Not but headboard
Is I want to be mourned