Luyện nghe bài hát Black Sheep Boy, Pt4

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

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