Luyện nghe bài hát Bracing for Sunday

Drop my into the stove
echoed out the grave
I fell in love with electric lights
drug me in the town so late

To nimble, cunning, nights
I reel them deputized
To scrape the lens off Christian
A Friday girl, bracing for Sunday to call

I only ever one love
Her name was
She died having a child by her
He because I murdered him

him through his jelly eye
I won myself this wicked
Now I thread the needle walks mine
A Friday night girl, bracing for Sunday to

Emptied shifting sheets
Staring holes in my ceiling
Waiting for my to deliver
And itself to me
But all I hear are trains
against the bedrock lanes

I'm a night girl
Bracing for Sunday to
Bracing for to call