Luyện nghe bài hát Braile

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

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

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

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

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

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

I hear the fear in your voice, but you feel a thing,
Your already worse than any pain that I could bring,
I could bring,
That I bring,

I could it December every day,
But so blind, it may as well be May,

And I in her ear:
You fear me dear, for this is Death
And I whispered in her
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