Luyện nghe bài hát Baby I Got the Death Rattle

We burnt all the from 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 predetermined by slices
Into my flesh and the broad she
One look in my sad eyes, she had to
Baby, the of Venus got me
Got me on my knees
And baby, baby, I got the rattle
And you're six months old me
Traced my right index
'Long the of every car
On the back to your house
In the cold City Arms
In the frost I a dick
For every girl that fuck me
Woke early the next
To see the had bitten me
My blisters black and touch
Like a cute stuffed toy nose
The kind of gift I'd you
a less 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 porthole
I see spill in the pure snow
You see sauce on ice-cream cones
And you, you are an angel, why you pray
And I am an ass and why I bray
If you tomorrow I'd be today and this 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 chewed my only
From the frame of my bed
And I tied your wrists together
Spent all givin'
Not but headboard
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 headstone but
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 headstone but
Is where I want to be
Not but headboard
Is where I to be mourned
Not but headboard
Is I want to be mourned