Luyện nghe bài hát Braille

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

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

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

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

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

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

I'm still an asshole playing with
Blowing out wishes, blowing out
Just sitting here and trying to decipher
What's written in upon my skin, oh yeah
On skin

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