Luyện nghe bài hát Gloves

Today I found a baby's
Lying on the board, so still
Yesterday a glove
From the slim tinkered of a woman

The next I saw one it was lying half frozen
And twisted on the curb, I take it

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

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

And through wax and padlocks
A hand through my ribcage past the
I saw palms and grasping
collarbone crushing

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

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