Luyện nghe bài hát It Got All Black

It got all black in the of my glass
I up and there was Bridgette Fontaine
I've got poison in my head, got chocolate and bread
And I may never leave room again

Now it's dark and you me, honey, count to ten
I can help you to your pain
so gorgeous to be back in Paris once again
Now I wonder they put in the rain

This could be true or it could all of an hour
I could forget you have a cocktail and a shower
Like my mother me

That everybody loves a
So you can it at your name and your rank
If we like it I can get your history
Maybe put a more in the bank

This could be true or we could be a while here
Find better to do
'Cause you go out of style dear

And remember
Ice cream, sunshine, thrill rides, and a
They can you doubled over, burned and broken
If they take too

This could be true or we be all of an hour
I could still forget you have a and a shower
Like my mother said, true

That we could just be a here
Find better to do
'Cause you go out of style dear
Remember it's black in the bottom of my glass
It's in the bottom of my glass