Luyện nghe bài hát Fanletter

And the violence in my insides is and malignant, and
the way
to stop it, is to cut a and let the fresh air come in.
And public face is dripping, now you're famous and
beautiful,
but i can still remember when your was always open,
a stairway
leading to hell.
Now your perfect body's shining, and the camera's
circling, and the
boys and girls are dreaming, and your body's bleeding
the dogs
have away your skin.
And the world is 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 you the image, via omnipresent
electricity.
And the communists torturing a sacred man and
women, whose flew
out the window and through the Himalayas, then into
a and
drifted through the wind, and landed on a in Paris,
you crushed
it your high-heeled fin.
Now l'm killing and l'm stealing and l'm and l'm burning
and l'm
feeling kinda magic due to mental enervation, so send my
mind the
hard body of a rockstar, and then you'll fuck me,
5 million
people love me, and you suck my energy.
Yeah world is made of losers, but I wanna be a winner,
I'll do anything it takes to the upturned faces, into
trusting me completely so
need me to supply, the object that will fill the emptiness
was
by of an image 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 every weakness 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 world you in, and maybe you will hide me
deep inside your perfect body and I'll melt into the
contours of
your flesh.
Now you're mine. Yeah mine...