Luyện nghe bài hát Black Sheep Boy, Pt4

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

And I rode into Baltimore and I found a room
Where I to escape you
But the phone wouldn't go through
And inside the well I saw you stand there staring out
I don't your 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 ceiling where the 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 back beyond the pasture or smash your mirror 'till you're dead.