Luyện nghe bài hát Braille

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

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

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

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

Elvis never could a tune
She thought about this irony as she stared back at the
She was tracing the years her fingers on her skin
Saying why I begin again

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

I'm an asshole playing with candles
Blowing out wishes, blowing out
sitting here and trying to decipher what
What's written in Braille 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 stretch