Luyện nghe bài hát In A Motel

And so I left when I was a boy.
I swore I'd simply do it all again.
And now up the with snow-bit,
blue-tipped fingers, blood falling,
but I can't go back no more
In frozen poses, venues lined pillows,
Atlas shouldered silly blunder or other
You ask for than this,
but I don't know what than this is.
Is it a motel,
a fashion magazine,
in between
I was about my mother
and I ill upon myself.
Rachel don't come here no more.
I hear she's living in
with her brother. I her the best,
and I hope she can me.
But the ghost that comes
is a for her.
I see her in my nightmares,
discussing literature
with her hands my neck
in a
with a fashion
in towns.
I was thinking about my
and I wished ill myself.