Luyện nghe bài hát Black Sheep Boy, Pt4

Bleeding sheep boy
Mirror in
the receiver
Trace the police
Lying to my
And my reasons
For this and these accusations
Each night that the numbers paired off like lovers together, so I can't remember my name or my nation.
Bathe black boy
Go beyond the pasture
You out my head
And in battered mustang, in the back seat will be your bed.
Burning sheep boy
Dark phantom
Face of flames, ears full of cheers that have fandom
I'd slice off the the sprung right from those temples
I was chased my bedroom
I was chased from my candles by of the numbers paired off like lovers
Colliding so I can't remember my face or my station
Pacing sheep boy
The just wont support you
You hover the room
Get in battered mustang, and the back seat will be your tomb

And I rode into Baltimore and I found a hotel
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 lines that come 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 night that we're both peeling and the black pool of your shadow, you cracked out of my
Go back beyond the pasture or I'll smash your mirror 'till dead.