Luyện nghe bài hát Gloves

Today I found a baby's
Lying on the drainage board, so
a leather glove
From the tinkered hand of a woman

The next I saw one it was lying half frozen
And twisted on the curb, I couldn't it

Now I my own private collection
All lined in rows you open up the wardrobe doors
Now I have no for my obsession
up and labeled in neat little packets

The time I saw one it stuck inside my head
And became all I could think about, oh

And through wax seals and
A hand through my ribcage past the
I saw palms and fingers
Shoulders crushing

I imagined myself hacking at a sea of appendages
Forward and right, myself like a butcher
Feeling the mash of and sinew
slowly down the front of my body and I couldn't take it any more

I said, I've got to go, got to get out of here, I've got to go
And I ran the street, I've got to go
got to get out of here, I've got to go, I've got to go