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 to the palmist 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
my flesh and the broad 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 finger
the roof of every car
On the back to your house
In the cold City Arms
In the I drew a dick
For girl that wouldn't fuck me
Woke early the morning
To see the frost had me
My blisters black and cold
Like a cute stuffed toy bear's
The kind of gift I'd you
Like a less committed Van
And you, you are an angel, that's why you
And I am an ass and why I bray
Your slipped to frame you
a photo, a porthole window
I see blood spill in the snow
You see sweet sauce on cones
And you, you are an angel, that's why you
And I am an ass and why I bray
If you were I'd be today and this is the end
Baby, I got the rattle
And baby, I got it bad
I've digging my grave for quite some time
When I'm not digging up the
And I chewed my only
the metal frame of my bed
And where I tied your together
Spent all givin'
Not headstone but
Is where I want to be
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 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
Not headstone but
Is where I want to be
Not headstone but
Is where I want to be