Luyện nghe bài hát Black Sheep Boy, Pt4

Bleeding sheep boy
Mirror in
the receiver
Trace the station
Lying to my
And number my
For this paranoia and these
Each night that the numbers paired off like lovers collided together, so I remember my name or my nation.
Bathe black boy
Go beyond the pasture
You out my head
And in your battered mustang, in the back will be your bed.
Burning black boy
Dark phantom
Face full of flames, full of cheers that have fandom
I'd slice off the horns the sprung right from those
I was from my bedroom
I was chased from my by fear of the numbers paired off like lovers
Colliding together so I remember my face or my station
Pacing black boy
The floor just wont you
You hover the room
Get in your battered mustang, and the back will be your tomb

And I rode Baltimore and I found a hotel room
I tried to escape you
But the phone line wouldn't go
And inside the well I saw you stand there staring out
I don't recognize your eyes, your mouth, or any other lines that come out
Nothing 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 pool of your shadow, you cracked out of my head
Go beyond the pasture or I'll smash your mirror 'till you're dead.