Luyện nghe bài hát Lily Belle

In the dark,
She is
Not to records,
But to in her head
Lilybelle, Lilybelle,
Hot as
3 a.m
And it feels just high noon
In her
to bed
When the air down
I'm gonna away
fly so far,
I'm gonna kiss star

Get off of trip
touch it baby
Get off of trip
You'll burn your fingers
Get off of trip
You'll soil your cherry
Get off of trip
Seven holes to blow through

Oh, and paper
And other things
You can chew on
For a
You're a dog, girl,
You got house, of gold
you try to forget,
you let me,
Won't you let me go to
your eyes, pull the plug
Turn it down, kill the
Shut it up, it up
Let your head go under, let your go under
Let your head go to nothing,

Get off of that
touch it baby
Get off of that
You'll burn pretty fingers
Get off of that
You'll your cherry hands
Get off of that
thousand holes to blow through

There are
And things
angels bare wings
And in the afterglow
Of deeds done by tender souls
But I, in my state,
Fat from years of hate,
Can never the dirt off,
Can never shake the other
It hides in behind my eyes