Luyện nghe bài hát I, the Monster

our bed,
is where we fled
and we our selves under the covers of our securities
and cuddled our pillows of denial
can you here the drip dripping
of the blood drops
there were monsters our beds
but your parents would us
its all in our
and as we up we start to believe
that cold of fear running though our veins
turn
and we seem to
that the monsters under our bed are a as the
black in our
deceit, mistrust, and
Lingers on our we we speak
and we must have used to the smell
we all at point tend to forget
the drip dripping
of the blood falling
there were under our beds
because we put there
we had nowhere else to them
and we stand to look them in the face

there are under or beds
Don't you peek
then realize that
the monsters you
is you
and the you feel
is really trust
trying to scare you into the lie
that the world always out to get you
are monsters under your bed

up
hide behind the safety of your
please be naive
to the that seem like treats
when its all
trying to lure you into
their your bed
and not going anywhere
so be
be