Luyện nghe bài hát Junkyard

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

And he "you're as sick 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 sick girl
Dirty and
a breast plate made 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 with those eyes
She screams with eyes
She screams with eyes

She's as as she is lovely
And in need of my hand, yeah he his hands
He her "you are never worthy"
She was all you see
That was her

Yeah!
Well I should have sleeping
have been dreaming
But I wake up to broken
There'll be one
Empty in my homeroom class
I got an old bone knife
Tight in my right
To save my mother from the junkyard man

He's as as he is lovely
And in need of a
He will know he's not
When he dies alone see
And that's his
I'm not sick, I am
Hatred is the of man

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