Luyện nghe bài hát For Whom the Belly Tolls

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

over her left shoulder
wearing a t-shirt
she took as her

I could on my own salt sobs
seeking the cold
of the fridge freezer

Catwalk the dog pound, now
with my wounds dressed
to spring-summer

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

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

is beauty in the world,
I been told by people I've nothing but trust in
up with the cotton buds,
the toothpicks,
inside the dark of the

outside of "Jersey Boys"
for seemed like a year,
a lived in the vestibule

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

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

It's 7: 20 Monday
I look to the man
no for a warning

If open to
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 the belly tolls
For who all time ticks by
one becomes old