Luyện nghe bài hát Baby I Got the Death Rattle

We all the skin from the palm of my hands
an old Zippo lighter and deodorant can
I went to the palmist and asked her to
No heart line, no sun line, no line, no need
Said all that I was a quiet life
Not one predetermined by minuscule
Into my flesh and the she agreed
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 back to house
In the cold City Arms
In the frost I drew a
For every that wouldn't fuck me
early the next morning
To see the had bitten me
My blisters and touch cold
Like a stuffed toy bear's nose
The kind of I'd give you
Like a less committed Van
And you, you are an angel, why you pray
And I am an ass and why I bray
Your halo to frame you
Like a photo, a porthole
I see blood 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 rattle
And baby, I got it bad
I've been digging my grave for some time
When I'm not up the past
And I chewed my only
From the frame of my bed
And where I tied wrists together
Spent all givin'
Not but headboard
Is I want to be mourned
Not but headboard
Is where I to be mourned
Not headstone but
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 where I want to be
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