Luyện nghe bài hát Betty Wrong

Till the sun blisters and
And every lamb ceases to
When the of the comb
Tears my from the bone

I'll be your
When the shadows fall down the
Then life be done
And it won't matter at all

I was carved a hand
Nurtured on grime, and screams
Now your breath fills my
Now there is you life is gone

roll your ball
Till the stars make me cry
Then will be done
And it won't matter at all

Not at all
When the of the comb
my face