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 baby
To make up for the royalty he

And from then on it was and patches
From then on it was Campbell's from the can
And were just two jerks playing with matches
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 of heavens shaking
Thinking about puddles and, puddles and

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

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

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

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

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