Luyện nghe bài hát Braile

It's 3:18, mouth tastes like the corpse of every teen,
The minutes are hours, the are days,
I feel infected by your presence, you in tounges,
I the lies dancing on your blackened lungs,

I in her ear:
me dear, for I am Death,
I'll your hope, your dreams, your love,
there's nothing left

I in her ear:
You fear me dear, for I am Death,
And I'll take shit you call a life,
In a fucking breath

I'll your hope,
I'll take your dreams,
take your love,
I'll take you fucking bitch,

I'll steal the from your eyes,
I'll your promises into lies,
I'll steal the diamonds your eyes,
I'll turn your into lies,

It's 3:18, mouth tastes like the of every pregnant teen,
The hours are days, the are dead,
I feel by your presence, you speak in tounges,
I smell the dancing on your blackened lungs,

I hear the in your voice, but you shouldn't feel a thing,
Your life's already than any pain that I could bring,
That I bring,
I could bring,

I make it December every day,
But you're so blind, it may as be May,

And I in her ear:
You better me dear, for this is Death
And I in her ear:
me, 'cause I am Death

One time,

I in her ear:
me dear, for I am Death,
I'll take you ever loved

I in her ear:
You fear me, for I am Death.
For I am Death.
For I am