Luyện nghe bài hát Braille

She was on the floor and counting stretch marks
She hadn't been a virgin and he been a god
So she named the 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 jerks playing matches
'Cause that's all they knew how to

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

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

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

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

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

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