Luyện nghe bài hát Bitter Chill

E.
Sweet is keeping a very close score
She's cheated death more than one
The tears down her face and on to the floor
The psychic's been reading her

Women with secrets men with rage
The lines run than words on the page
through the window, it turns bitter chill
Pretend we feel it, lie here real still
Whispered in visions of new shine
We volunteer to do nothing
The falls around us all we can do is whine
Living out the of original sin

Well now follow me to the
right through the film
Swim in the madness, every whim
Why worry about tomorrow that you'll see
Why talk about the children that never be
GIve us day our daily bread
us our monstrosities
No more stories of the and the dead
The will burn with our liabilities