Luyện nghe bài hát Baby I Got the Death Rattle

We burnt all the skin the palm of my hands
With an old Zippo lighter and can
I went to the palmist and her to read
No line, no sun line, no life line, no need
Said all that I wanted was a life
Not one predetermined by minuscule
Into my flesh and the broad she
One in my sad eyes, she had to concede
Baby, the of Venus got me
Got me down on my
And baby, baby, I got the rattle
And six months old s-shakin' me
my right index finger
'Long the of every car
On the walk back to house
In the cold City Arms
In the I drew a dick
For every girl that fuck me
Woke the next morning
To see the had bitten me
My blisters black and cold
a cute stuffed toy bear's nose
The of gift I'd give you
Like a less Van Gogh
And you, you are an angel, why you pray
And I am an ass and why I bray
halo slipped to frame you
Like a photo, a 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 why I bray
If you were tomorrow I'd be today and is the end
Baby, I got the death
And baby, I got it bad
I've been digging my grave for some time
When I'm not digging up the
And I chewed my necktie
From the metal of my bed
And where I your wrists together
all night givin'
Not but headboard
Is I want 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 I want to be mourned
Not but headboard
Is I want to be mourned
Not but headboard
Is where I to be mourned
Not but headboard
Is I want to be mourned
Not but headboard
Is I want to be mourned
Not headstone but
Is I want to be mourned