Luyện nghe bài hát Braille

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

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

And it was raining and dogs 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 puddles and, puddles and mistakes

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

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

With turpentine and
With cold, cold from the can
After all I'm still a jerk playing with
It's just that he's not around to 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 this

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