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

Oh, and paper
And other sharp
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
Close eyes, pull the plug
Turn it down, kill the
it up, shut it up
Let your head go under, let your head go
Let your go to nothing, girl

Get off of that
Don't touch it
Get off of trip
You'll your pretty fingers
Get off of that
You'll your cherry hands
Get off of that
Seven thousand holes to blow

There are
And things
angels bare wings
And bask in the
Of good deeds done by souls
But I, in my state,
Fat years of sucking hate,
Can scrape the dirt off,
Can never the other side
It hides in holes my eyes