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 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 your hope, your dreams, your love,
Till there's nothing

I in her ear:
You better me dear, for I am Death,
And I'll that shit you call a life,
In a single fucking

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

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

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

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

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

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

One time,

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

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