Luyện nghe bài hát Black Sheep Boy, Pt4

Bleeding sheep boy
Mirror in
Turn the
Trace the station
to my number
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 sheep boy
Go back the pasture
You cracked out my
And in your battered mustang, in the back seat be your bed.
black sheep boy
Dark denim
Face full of flames, ears full of cheers that have
I'd slice off the horns the sprung right from those
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 or my station
Pacing sheep boy
The floor just wont you
You hover through the
Get in your battered mustang, and the back seat will be your

And I rode into and I found a hotel room
I tried to escape you
But the phone line go through
And inside the well I saw you stand 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 stealing the light to reveal us
The night that we're both peeling and the black pool of shadow, you cracked out of my head
Go back beyond the pasture or I'll smash your mirror 'till dead.