Luyện nghe bài hát Cries Too Hard

Torch the moon, the schools
She wrote in red on her wall, "Nothing's pure"
The paint to the floor

She laughs too easily and too hard
Shouldn't drink alone, the run
How can she forgive when we well what we do?

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

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

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