Luyện nghe bài hát I Know Where You Sleep

I know the sickening thoughts slither around your head
I the gluttonous guilt that buried me in your bed
me if you can
Go on and me like your biggest fan

I know the pride that poisons the truth you hear
I know the bigoted tongue that tears away all your
Pontificate you star
Go on and show me who you are

You can lie to the papers, you can hide the press
You can fake it on stage, you can crawl from cage
You can and destroy, you can kill and depend on it
I know your flesh, I know your filthy soul
I know trick you played, whore you laid, dream you stole

I the bed in the room in the wall in the house
you got what you wanted and ruined it all
I know the secrets you keep
I know where you

I the illness behind the image you create
I know the tedious need to turn all you love into
You poor paranoid
Is it me or do you secretly enjoy it?

You can lie to the papers, you can from the press
You can fake it on stage, you can crawl from your
You can search and destroy, you can kill and on it
I know your flesh, I know your filthy soul
I know each trick you played, whore you laid, dream you

I the bed in the room in the wall in the house
Where you got you wanted and ruined it all
I the secrets that you keep
I where you sleep, sleep, sleep, sleep

You the victim very well
You build yourself hell
You wanted to understand you
Well, be careful what you wish for I do

You've got a turn of phrase
You set your trap, you your plays
You're so fond of games, you must never
Funny how the only one in bed is you

You can lie to the papers, you can from the press
You can lie to the papers, you can hide from the
You can lie to the papers, you can from the press
Fake, crawl, search,

Oh my God, oh my God, I you
I can never live it down, I can live it down
God the queen, I love you
I can never live it down, I can live it down
Oh, oh, I you, I can never live it down
I can live it down, I can never live it down

I know the sickening thoughts that slither around your
I know the gluttonous guilt that buried me in bed

You can lie to the papers, you can from the press
You can fake it on stage, you can run from your
You can search and destroy, you can kill and on it
I know your tainted flesh, I know your filthy
I know each trick you' played, whore you laid, dream you

I know the bed in the room in the wall in the
Where you got what you wanted and it
I the bed in the room in the wall in the house
you got what you wanted and ruined it

I the bed in the room in the wall in the house
Where you got what you wanted and it
I know the that you keep
I where you sleep

I'm wishing you the best of luck and by the way your sucks
I'm wishing you the of luck and by the way your poetry sucks
I'm wishing you the best of luck and by the way poetry sucks
I'm wishing you the best of and by the way