Luyện nghe bài hát For Whom the Belly Tolls

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

Tousled her left shoulder
wearing a Corfu
she took as her

I could on my own salt sobs
seeking the embrace
of the freezer aisle

into the dog pound, now
with my flesh dressed
to spring-summer

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

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

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

outside of "Jersey Boys"
for what like a year,
a life lived in the

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

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

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

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

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