Luyện nghe bài hát Balmville Motel

I you well in the Balmville Motel.
me was what you did well.
Gave to my your charms without end.
And to me you nothing but hell.

And were the reasons and that was
Newburgh, I was thin I was I was flesh.
And you were a whose flesh did not cease,
for tyrants to slaves to say please.

And those you have saved lie in their graves
with stories and true.
Those you have hurt, well they their worth
in they did not choose.
of taste, was it my face?
Cruelty of sin, was it my

I remember you well in the Balmville
the future you could not foresee.
Me unemployed in and in void,
and you birth to someone like me.

I took the guitar that your father wore
and I laid my down at your feet.
And what did I win, heart without skin?
Is something you'd feed to boys who say please?

And those you have saved lie still in graves
with dirty and true.
Those that you hurt they found their worth
in they did not choose.
Cruelty of taste, was it my
Cruelty of sin, was my body too

been focusing well on the things I must sell.
After ten you learn to be fierce.
Like an old Balmville tree you might see
me. And thirty or more we'll be no more.