Luyện nghe bài hát Braille

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

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

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

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

Elvis never could a tune
She thought about this as she stared back at the moon
She was tracing the years with her on her skin
Saying why don't I begin

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

I'm an asshole playing with candles
out wishes, blowing out dreams
Just here and trying to decipher what
What's written in Braille my skin, oh yeah
On skin

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