Luyện nghe bài hát Black Sheep Boy, Pt4

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

And I rode into and I found a hotel room
I tried to escape you
But the phone wouldn't go through
And inside the mirror well I saw you there staring out
I recognize 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 pool of shadow, you cracked out of my head
Go back beyond the or I'll smash your mirror 'till you're dead.