Luyện nghe bài hát Gloves

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

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

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

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

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

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

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