Luyện nghe bài hát Braille

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

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

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

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

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

With turpentine and
cold, cold Campbell's from the can
After all I'm a jerk 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
Just sitting here and to decipher what
What's written in Braille upon my skin, oh
On this

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