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 paranoia and accusations
Each night the numbers 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 your battered mustang, in the back seat will be bed.
Burning black boy
Dark phantom
Face of flames, ears full of cheers that have fandom
I'd slice off the horns the right from those temples
I was chased my bedroom
I was from my candles by fear of the numbers paired off like lovers
Colliding together so I can't my face or my station
Pacing sheep boy
The floor just wont you
You through the room
Get in your battered mustang, and the back will be your tomb

And I rode into Baltimore and I a hotel room
Where I tried to you
But the line wouldn't go through
And inside the mirror I saw you stand there staring out
I don't recognize your eyes, your mouth, or any other that come flying 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 we're both peeling and the black pool of your shadow, you cracked out of my head
Go back beyond the pasture or I'll smash your 'till you're dead.