Luyện nghe bài hát I Slept With The Nittany Liar

Mind if I hold this hand top of your heart,
as I search for a pulse amidst the dark?
Searching for a life form between the sheets,
and the poison of love spreads every heartbeat.
A faint taste of blood resides on tongue,
in most sacred place, a psilocybin aftertaste.
And, darling, just up, while I insert this drug
for a few minutes, well overwhelm our senses.

You cant fly far on the of a sparrow;
youre destined to crash into below.
Im my heart into this stereo
and how to live my life without you.

Mind if I these hands over top of your eyes?
Then you wont see the flaws, and then you see the lies.
As youre your angel head
my windowpane, Darling, you dont feel pain.
And I listen as cars pass on streets,
momentarily wishing that one would hit me.
And I gladly swallow your venom kiss in my throat,
and hold on, and pray to God as your love me whole.

Love cant fly far on the of a sparrow

baby, youre like a lap-dance for a Vietnam vet,
facetiously and so inappropriate.
And this isnt this is disinterest,
so hold onto anything, because I am through in you.

Mind if I hold hand over top of you heart?
Mind if I these hands over top of your eyes?
I find a pulse somewhere amidst the dark
inside this grave you dug for me in the park.