Luyện nghe bài hát For Whom the Belly Tolls

May I have a please,
the guillotine,
to lament on her wet

Tousled over her shoulder
wearing a Corfu
she as her nightwear

I could slip on my own sobs
the cold embrace
of the freezer aisle

Catwalk the dog pound, now
with my flesh wounds
to style

For whom the tolls
For who the tap drips dry and the bath runs cold

For whom the tolls
For who all time by until
one becomes old

There is in the world,
I have been told by I've nothing but trust in
Piled up the cotton buds,
the toothpicks,
inside the dark of the

Waited of "Jersey Boys"
for seemed like a year,
a life in the vestibule

yourself as a one-man team,
you're a one man
a testimonial

(No in the waistband)
me to give up and leave quietly
(No to grandstand)
File me alongside the

7: 20 Monday morning
I to the man with
no for a warning

If to reason/collusion
May the way I go be


In for one thing:
"I beg do not me today"
god willing please let me

For whom the tolls
For who the tap drips dry and the bath runs cold

For whom the belly
For who all ticks by until
one joke old