Luyện nghe bài hát Braille

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

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

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

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

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

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

I'm still an playing with candles
out wishes, blowing out dreams
Just sitting here and trying to what
What's written in Braille upon my skin, oh
On this

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