Luyện nghe bài hát Black Sheep Boy, Pt4

Bleeding black boy
in pieces
Turn the
Trace the police
to my number
And number my
For paranoia and these accusations
Each night that the numbers paired off like lovers collided together, so I remember my name or my nation.
Bathe black boy
Go back beyond the
You out my head
And in battered mustang, in the back seat will be your bed.
Burning sheep boy
denim phantom
Face full of flames, ears full of cheers that fandom
I'd slice off the horns the right from those temples
I was from my bedroom
I was chased from my candles by fear of the paired off like lovers
together so I can't remember my face or my station
Pacing sheep boy
The floor just support you
You hover through the
Get in your battered mustang, and the back seat be your tomb

And I rode into and I found a hotel room
Where I tried to you
But the phone line go through
And the mirror well I saw you stand there staring out
I don't recognize your eyes, your mouth, or any other lines that come out
Nothing I've heard you sounds sane or safe, words falling down from the ceiling where the mirror is stealing the light to reveal us both
The night that we're peeling and the black pool of your shadow, you cracked out of my head
Go back beyond the pasture or I'll your mirror 'till you're dead.