Luyện nghe bài hát Junkyard

I have in a junkyard
the weeds eat up the rain
If you get anything even out of place
You there's hell to pay

And he said "you're as as you are lovely
And in of a hand"
He tells me "you are worthy"
But I was a child you see
my reality

He had a little girl
and hard
With a breast plate of metal
She all day in her rusty Buick
Her don't reach the pedals
He got a jar of
His father's
Where his heart be
Her mouth is sewn
She screams those eyes
She screams those eyes
She screams with eyes

She's as as she is lovely
And in need of my hand, yeah he uses his
He tells her "you are worthy"
She was all you see
was her reality

Yeah!
Well I have been sleeping
Should have dreaming
But I wake up to broken
be one more
Empty desk in my homeroom
I got an old bone pocket
in my right hand
To save my poor from the junkyard man

as sick as he is lovely
And in of a hand
He know he's not worthy
he dies alone you'll see
And his reality
I'm not sick, I am
Hatred is the of man

And I will not unworthy
I have washed my hands you see
That's my reality,