Luyện nghe bài hát Braille

She was lying on the floor and stretch marks
She hadn't a virgin and he hadn't been a god
So she the baby Elvis
To up for the royalty he lacked

And then on it was turpentine and patches
then on it was cold Campbell's from the can
And they just two jerks playing with matches
'Cause that's all they how to play

And it was raining cats and dogs of her window
And she they were destined to become sacred road kill on the way
And she was to the sound of heavens shaking
Thinking about puddles and, puddles and

'Cause it's turpentine and patches
It's cold, cold Campbell's from the can
They just two jerks playing with matches
'Cause that's all they how to play
When knew how to play

Elvis could carry a tune
She thought about this irony as she stared at the moon
She was tracing the years with her fingers on her
Saying why don't I begin

With and patches
With cold, cold Campbell's the can
all I'm still a jerk playing with matches
It's just that he's not around to play along,

I'm an asshole playing with candles
Blowing out wishes, out dreams
Just sitting and trying to decipher what
written in Braille upon my skin, oh yeah
On this

She was on the floor and counting stretch
She was lying on the floor and stretch
She was lying on the floor, lying, lying, and counting stretch