Luyện nghe bài hát For Whom the Belly Tolls

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

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

I could slip on my own salt
the cold embrace
of the fridge aisle

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

For the belly tolls
For who the tap drips dry and the bath water cold

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

There is in the world,
I been told by people I've nothing but trust in
Piled up with the buds,
the toothpicks,
inside the of the dustbin

Waited of "Jersey Boys"
for what like a year,
a lived in the vestibule

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

(No in the waistband)
Persuade me to give up and leave
(No to grandstand)
me alongside the obscene

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

If open to
May the way I go be


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

For whom the belly
For who the tap drips dry and the bath water cold

For the belly tolls
For who all time ticks by
one joke old