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 smell the lies dancing on 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 that shit you a life,
In a fucking breath

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

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

It's 3:18, tastes like the corpse of every pregnant teen,
The are days, the days are dead,
I infected 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 worse than any pain I could bring,
I could bring,
That I bring,

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

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

One time,

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

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