Luyện nghe bài hát Black Sheep Boy, Pt4

Bleeding black boy
in pieces
Turn the
the police station
Lying to my
And my reasons
For this paranoia and these
Each that the numbers paired off like lovers collided together, so I can't remember my name or my nation.
Bathe black boy
Go back beyond the
You out my head
And in your battered mustang, in the seat will be your bed.
black sheep boy
Dark phantom
Face full of flames, ears full of cheers have fandom
I'd slice off the horns the sprung right those temples
I was from my bedroom
I was chased from my candles by fear of the numbers paired off like
Colliding together so I remember my face or my station
Pacing sheep 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 Baltimore and I found a room
I tried to escape you
But the phone line go through
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 I've heard from you sounds sane or safe, words falling down from the ceiling where the mirror is stealing the 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 mirror 'till dead.