Luyện nghe bài hát Braille

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

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

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

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

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

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

I'm still an asshole with candles
out wishes, blowing out dreams
Just 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 counting
She was lying on the floor, lying, lying, lying and counting