Luyện nghe bài hát Braile

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

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

I whispered in her
You better 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 fucking dreams,
I'll your love,
I'll everything you fucking bitch,

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

It's 3:18, mouth tastes like the corpse of every 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 in your voice, but you shouldn't feel a thing,
life's already worse than any pain that I could bring,
That I bring,
That I bring,

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

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

One time,

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

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