Luyện nghe bài hát Fanletter

And the violence in my insides is and malignant, and
the way
to it, is to cut a hole and let the fresh 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 always
circling, and the
boys and girls are dreaming, and your body's bleeding
where the
ripped away your skin.
And the world is always shrinking, and my is
disappearing, in the
adulation of your open arms, and feeling
penitential, l'm
off my finger, and l'm faxing you the image, via
electricity.
And the communists torturing a sacred man and
women, whose screams
out the and through the Himalayas, then changed into
a and
drifted through the wind, and landed on a in Paris,
you crushed
it underneath your fin.
Now l'm killing and l'm and l'm raping and l'm burning
and l'm
feeling kinda magic due to enervation, so i'll send my
into the
hard body of a rockstar, and maybe then you'll me,
'cause 5
people love me, and you suck my energy.
Yeah this world is made of losers, but I be a winner,
I'll do anything it takes to the upturned faces, into
me completely so they'll
need me to supply, the object that will fill the emptiness
was
by repetition of an and a sound they recognize, and
their
identities will be sexually by the product which I will
provide.
And this planet keeps on drifting through a thick and
blackness,
pleasure weakness will come true before we're
finished, and l'm
in my bed and my hands are gening bloody and l'm I
can you
from the phony you live in, and maybe you will hide me
deep inside perfect body and I'll melt into the glistening
flawless of
immortal flesh.
Now mine. Yeah you're mine...