Luyện nghe bài hát For Whom the Belly Tolls

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

Tousled her left shoulder
a Corfu t-shirt
she took as her

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

If open to
May the way I go be


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

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

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