Luyện nghe bài hát Braille

She was lying on the floor and counting stretch
She hadn't been a and he hadn't been a god
So she named the 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
that's all they knew how to play

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

'Cause it's turpentine and patches
It's cold, cold Campbell's from 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 about this irony as she stared at the moon
She was tracing the years her fingers on her skin
Saying why don't I again

With turpentine and
With cold, Campbell's from the can
After all I'm still a jerk with matches
It's that 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 my skin, oh yeah
On this

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