Luyện nghe bài hát Chelsea Lovers

When he her
He down there
With his pills
And her hair
In a so dark
could barely crawl
With posters
On walls
It was Saturday
And he felt like
She just wanted to be
Like anybody
night
And the clock stopped
She felt a loser
On top or the
The lovers
guillotine lips
Mascara
Doing a magazine
Chelsea
In a vicious
With lipstick
Like a of clowns
creatures
In the down
Teenage
Waiting to be
in the mattress
Where these have lain
until morning
With ice in veins
Facing each
Their never met
He just to be straight
It never to him yet
Both of laughing
But can't understand
What it is about
Makes you your own hand
The lovers
Oh how they can
their tongues connected
And their skin chalk
Chelsea
joined at the hip
With the of madness
At fingertips
Chelsea
With their limbs
Making sized promises
From their minds
Stardust
In a Ziggy
Two lovers
In a room.