Luyện nghe bài hát Loose Lips Sink Ships

this frame once my favorite picture
but now empty, now it's broken
and how you left my chest
out by your hands
where you dug a grave and
your memory to

i hate the way you say i you so
this is for all the wilted pedals on the
this is for a waste of a roses maybe more

this should have ended with the
that you left on else's lips
which turned my inside out
you left it much the same
a motionless of muscle and vain
as i clean up mess you've made

so as i sing you to
i hope my ghost your dreams
lost in memory
as bad as it

i hate the way you say i you so
this is for all the wilted pedals on the
this is for a waste of a dozen roses more
this is for how you deserved
nothing more from a than the thorns

so the knife
fashion me clockwise
back time
forget you never were
(with this i will cut
the last of you from me
the razor blades will
any we've made
but there's
in the
that keeps me from your face
but come tomorrow rid the sorrow
from within my heart you plagued)