Luyện nghe bài hát Black Sheep Boy, Pt4

Bleeding sheep boy
in pieces
Turn the
Trace the station
to my number
And number my
For this paranoia and these
night that the numbers paired off like lovers collided together, so I can't remember my name or my nation.
Bathe sheep boy
Go beyond the pasture
You out my head
And in your battered mustang, in the back seat will be bed.
black sheep boy
Dark denim
Face full of flames, ears full of that have fandom
I'd slice off the horns the sprung from those temples
I was chased from my
I was chased my candles by fear of the numbers paired off like lovers
Colliding 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 be your tomb

And I rode Baltimore and I found a hotel room
Where I tried to you
But the phone line wouldn't go
And inside the mirror well I saw you stand staring out
I don't recognize eyes, your mouth, or any other lines that come flying out
Nothing I've heard from you sounds sane or safe, words falling down from the where the mirror is stealing the light to reveal us both
The that we're both peeling and the black pool of your shadow, you cracked out of my head
Go beyond the pasture or I'll smash your mirror 'till you're dead.