Luyện nghe bài hát Black Sheep Boy, Pt4

Bleeding sheep boy
Mirror in
Turn the
Trace the police
Lying to my
And number my
For this paranoia and accusations
Each night that the paired off like lovers collided together, so I can't remember my name or my nation.
Bathe black boy
Go back the pasture
You cracked out my
And in battered mustang, in the back seat will be your bed.
black 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 from my bedroom
I was chased my candles by fear of the numbers 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 Baltimore and I found a room
Where I tried to you
But the phone wouldn't go through
And the mirror well I saw you stand there staring out
I don't your eyes, your mouth, or any other lines that come flying out
I've heard from 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 both peeling and the black of your shadow, you cracked out of my head
Go back beyond the pasture or I'll smash your 'till you're dead.