Luyện nghe bài hát Cherry Wine

Her eyes and are so icy
Oh but she
rum on the fire
Hot and fast and
As she can be
I walk my days on a

It looks ugly, but it's
Oh mamma, fuss over me

The way she tells me I'm hers and she is
Open hand or closed fist would be
The is rare and sweet as cherry wine

of guilty thrown at me
All she stains
The of some other
at me so powerfully
Just like she throws with the arm of her

But I want it, a crime
That she's not most of the time

Way she shows me I'm hers and she is
Open hand or fist would be fine
The blood is rare and sweet as wine

Her fight and is fiery
Oh but she
Like to the freezing
Sweet and and merciful
I'm all but
In the of her breathing

And it's worth it, divine
I this some of the time

Way she shows me I'm and she is mine
Open hand or closed fist be fine
The blood is rare and sweet as wine