Luyện nghe bài hát Homicide At The Fountain Of Youth

There's caked on the shoebox.
Letters spell out words that start with a 13 year old heart
that a string of mishaps apart.
There's blood on out mix tapes.
Old whose meanings are crashing on the floor.
Swallowing like never before.
This is like an after school special that skips like cat-scratched
just as the threatens to die.
These years have it alive.
There's blood in my folks' garage.
The letters folded stars are sacred documents.
to lost innocence.
There's blood on the backs of whose mouths have been glued shut.
eyes have lost their shine.
I this tear to the hands of time.
Our kisses through your fingers.
Chalk of lead singers.
Even as I flee from the scene of the crime, these years have it alive.