Luyện nghe bài hát Cupid Carries A Gun

Pound me the witch drums, the witch
Pound me the witch
Pound me the drums, the witch drums
Better pray for hell, not

I'm a coat of fists, dead and heartened
Like two mangled crowns or the widest of the meanest coiled
Folks said I look death
in the hotel of my eyes
Lives wide open a whore
Painted in spit from the earth between her

your halos tight
I'm your god or your
Keep your tight
One on the trigger, the other hand in mine
now, cupid carries a gun
Now, now, cupid, carries a gun

Pound me the witch drums, the drums
Pound me the witch
Pound me the witch drums, the drums
Better for hell, not hallelujah

She had those black eyes
but she fucks like a comet
Laid as still as a
And it felt like revelations when I looked

Keep your tight
I'm your god or guardian
Keep your tight
One on the trigger, the other hand in mine

Keep halos tight
I'm your god or your
Keep halo tight
One on the trigger, the other hand in mine

Because now, cupid, a gun
Now, now, cupid, cupid a gun

Pound me the witch drums, the drums
Better pray for hell, not

Pound me the witch drums, the drums
Better pray for hell, not

Pound me the witch drums, the witch
pray for hell, not hallelujah

Pound me the drums, the witch drums
me the witch drums