Luyện nghe bài hát Lily Belle

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

Get off of trip
Don't it baby
Get off of trip
You'll burn your fingers
Get off of that
You'll soil your hands
Get off of that
Seven holes to blow through

Oh, and paper
And sharp things
You can chew on
For a
a trained 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 head go under
Let head go to nothing, girl

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

There are
And things
Where bare wings
And in the afterglow
Of good deeds done by tender
But I, in my state,
Fat from years of hate,
Can scrape the dirt off,
Can shake the other side
It hides in holes behind my