Luyện nghe bài hát Fanletter

And the violence in my is glowing and malignant, and
the way
to stop it, is to cut a hole and let the air come in.
And your public is dripping, now you're famous and
beautiful,
but i can still when your mouth was always open,
like a
down to hell.
Now your perfect body's shining, and the camera's
circling, and the
boys and girls are dreaming, and naked body's bleeding
where the
have away your skin.
And the is always shrinking, and my mind is
disappearing, in the
adulation of all-inclusive open arms, and feeling
penitential, l'm
off my finger, and l'm faxing you the image, via
electricity.
And the communists were a sacred man and
women, whose flew
out the window and the Himalayas, then changed into
a and
drifted the wind, and landed on a street in Paris,
you crushed
it your high-heeled fin.
Now l'm killing and l'm stealing and l'm raping and l'm
and l'm
feeling kinda due to mental enervation, so i'll send my
mind the
hard body of a rockstar, and maybe then you'll me,
5 million
people me, and you wanna suck my energy.
Yeah world is made of losers, but I wanna be a winner,
I'll do anything it to hypnotize the upturned faces, into
trusting me so they'll
need me to supply, the object will fill the emptiness that
was
by of an image and a sound they recognize, and
their
identities will be sexually excited by the which I will
provide.
And this planet on drifting through a thick and viscous
blackness,
pleasure weakness will come true before we're
finished, and l'm
in my bed and my hands are gening and l'm thinking I
can you
from the phony world you live in, and maybe you hide me
deep inside your perfect and I'll melt into the glistening
flawless of
immortal flesh.
Now you're mine. you're mine...