Luyện nghe bài hát Baby I Got the Death Rattle

We burnt all the from the palm of my hands
With an old Zippo and deodorant can
I went to the and asked her to read
No heart line, no sun line, no life line, no
Said all that I wanted was a life
Not one predetermined by slices
Into my flesh and the she agreed
One look in my sad eyes, she had to
Baby, the of Venus 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
'Long the roof of car
On the walk back to your
In the from City Arms
In the frost I a dick
For every girl wouldn't fuck me
Woke the next morning
To see the had bitten me
My blisters black and cold
Like a stuffed toy bear's nose
The kind of gift I'd you
a less committed 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 sweet sauce on cones
And you, you are an angel, why you pray
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 up the past
And I my only necktie
the metal frame of my bed
And where I tied your together
Spent all night
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 where I to be mourned
Not headstone but
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 to be mourned
Not headstone but
Is where I want to be