Luyện nghe bài hát Black Thorn

My head is in a frame
got words all over my grave
He was a picture like no one believe.
With a hit flask and a mask,
a flame head and an bed, I
walked a out of town just to see.
'neath the portrait,
your paint covering up the crack, so up
if your coming back to me.
He was the poor man
and he was the tunnel,
the dark, darkest river to the sea.

You my black thorn.
Underneath my and now my,
My shaking hands bleed.
bleed.
bleed.

With a flat hat and a
nose a body that crumbled
the cold and the wind and
and of our bitter streets.
He me sweetheart,
I him my soul in return
for his and he used
my to suck my blood,
to my blood.
He came back and
I him like an old shirt.
me up and cut up my
skin and me weep, weep, weep weep.
Oh, my is in a black frame,
got words branded on my brain
I insane so he could feel like a man again.

You were my thorn.
Underneath my and now,
My shaking forever bleed.
bleed.
bleed.

And,

You my black thorn.
my ground and now,
My hands forever bleed.

Oh and I say it to you,
You were my thorn.
my ground and now,
My shaking forever bleed.
bleed.
bleed.
bleed.
bleed.
bleed.
bleed.