Luyện nghe bài hát Chelsea Lovers

When he her
He stayed down
his velvet pills
And her hair
In a so dark
could barely crawl
With orange
On walls
It was Saturday
And he like death
She just to be loved
Like else
night
And the clock never
She felt a loser
On top or the
The lovers
guillotine lips
Mascara
a magazine strip
Chelsea
In a town
lipstick futures
Like a couple of
Strange
In the down
oblivion
Waiting to be
in the mattress
Where these have lain
Awake morning
ice in their veins
Facing other
Their eyes met
He just wanted to be
It never to him yet
Both of them
But can't understand
What it is about
Makes you hold your own
The Chelsea
Oh how can talk
With their connected
And their like chalk
Chelsea
joined at the hip
With the of madness
At their
lovers
With limbs entwined
Making sized promises
From their minds
lovers
In a Ziggy
Two solemn
In a room.