Luyện nghe bài hát Black Water Child

Down underneath the microscope
hard to cope
Don't hide face in your hands 'cause if your eyes play tricks
It's my control

It's be
A cold winter
The skeletons of
My black child

If you don't me, well, don't shove me out into the dark
Without a or a spark
And these stitches cling like to my arms
For all my

It's be
A crooked winter
The skeletons of
My black child

walking home to the devil's flowers
The bones, heavy hours
We out late, it's a lighthouse trait
And we'll our time, time