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 just like high noon
In her
to bed
When the air down
I'm gonna skate
fly so far,
I'm gonna kiss star

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

Oh, scissors and
And sharp things
You can chew on
For a
a trained dog, girl,
You got house, heart of
you try to forget,
you let me,
Won't you let me go to
Close your eyes, the plug
it down, kill the lights
Shut it up, it up
Let your head go under, let head go under
Let head go to nothing, girl

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

are songbirds
And sweet
Where angels bare
And in the afterglow
Of good deeds by tender souls
But I, in my state,
Fat years of sucking hate,
Can never the dirt off,
Can never shake the side
It hides in holes behind my