Luyện nghe bài hát Baby I Got the Death Rattle

We burnt all the skin the palm of my hands
With an old lighter and deodorant can
I went to the and asked her to read
No heart line, no sun line, no line, no need
Said all that I was a quiet life
Not one by minuscule slices
Into my flesh and the broad she
One in my sad eyes, she had to concede
Baby, the girdle of got me
Got me down on my
And baby, baby, I got the death
And you're six months old me
Traced my right index
the roof of every car
On the walk back to house
In the cold from Arms
In the I drew a dick
For every girl that wouldn't me
early the next morning
To see the had bitten me
My blisters black and cold
Like a cute stuffed toy nose
The kind of gift I'd you
Like a committed Van Gogh
And you, you are an angel, why you pray
And I am an ass and that's why I
halo slipped to frame you
Like a photo, a window
I see blood in the pure snow
You see sweet 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 digging my grave for quite some time
I'm not digging up the past
And I chewed my necktie
From the frame of my bed
And where I your wrists together
Spent all givin'
Not headstone but
Is I want to be mourned
Not headstone but
Is where I want to be
Not but headboard
Is where I to be mourned
Not headstone but
Is where I want to be
Not headstone but
Is where I want to be
Not but headboard
Is I want 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 I want to be mourned