Luyện nghe bài hát Deaths Diary

On monday I a flower
it in my hand
Covered it in
And I threw it on the
On wasted ground it tried to
But choked upon the

And there's room in my diary for you, my
And there's in my diary for you

On tuesday I a bird
Such pain to it sing
I it with petrol
And oiled it's wings
I the breeze
As I threw it to the

And there's room in my for you, my friend
And room in my diary for you

On I took a man
He begged help me die
For he lay in pain and
It made his ones cry
I can be terrible and
In the of an eye

And there's room in my diary for you, my
And room in my diary for you

On thursday I a woman
Heavy a child
My old friend had paid a visit
Had a little while
In a back street I her
With a wire and a

And there's room in my diary for you, my
And there's in my diary for you

On I took a city
Cursed it with a
crystals, smoking pipes
To crush and to
And a row of dirty
Lines the route onto the

And there's room in my diary for you, my
And there's in my diary for you

On saturday I a country
for the rain
Parched and swollen lips
Without a grain
And I wiped out
And I'd do it all

And there's room in my diary for you, my
And there's room in my for you

On sunday I the world
A I did employ
Seven days to create
And one day to
Every woman man
Every and boy

And there's room in my diary for you, my
And there's room in my for you

Now as I my diary
And made my final date
I away the ashes
And I the smoking grate
no distinction between pain and joy
No line twixt and hate

There's no room in my diary for you, my
There's no room in my for you