Luyện nghe bài hát Black Sheep Boy, Pt4

Bleeding sheep boy
in pieces
Turn the
Trace the police
to my number
And my reasons
For this and these accusations
Each night that the numbers paired off like collided 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 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 chased my bedroom
I was chased from my by fear of the numbers paired off like lovers
together so I can't remember my face or my station
Pacing black boy
The just wont support you
You hover the room
Get in your battered mustang, and the back seat will be your

And I rode into and I found a hotel room
Where I tried to you
But the phone line go through
And inside the mirror well I saw you stand 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 mirror 'till dead.