Luyện nghe bài hát For Whom the Belly Tolls

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

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

I could slip on my own salt
seeking the cold
of the freezer aisle

into the dog pound, now
with my flesh dressed
to style

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

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

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

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

Scout yourself as a team,
a one club man
denied a

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

It's 7: 20 morning
I to the man with
no for a warning

If to reason/collusion
May the way I go be


In exchange for one
"I beg do not me today"
god please let me stay

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

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