Luyện nghe bài hát For Whom the Belly Tolls

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

over her left shoulder
wearing a Corfu
she as her nightwear

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

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

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

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

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

outside of "Jersey Boys"
for what 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)
me to give up and leave quietly
(No to grandstand)
File me alongside the

7: 20 Monday morning
I to the man with
no for a warning

If to reason/collusion
May the way I go be


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

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

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