Luyện nghe bài hát Cries Too Hard

Torch the moon, burn the
She in red on her bedroom wall, "Nothing's pure"
The paint runs to the

She too easily and cries too hard
drink alone, the colors run
How can she forgive we know well what we do?

scratches on her wrist
Dry run with a knife for a final twist
It wouldn't be for show if it should to this

She was born to it all, to see it all
When I so lightly, it's still burning brightly
And she won't look

Torch the moon, the schools
Why, it's a man all the rules
Frida Kahlo on her door