Luyện nghe bài hát Luci In The Sky With Demons

I'll me open, stuck to my ribs
Are all infants in abortion cribs
You run roaches, and you try to die
I your poison, in our space we'll lie
To an god we will dance and spit
The skin is thin, in our we sit
We take off our rings and we
Our scabbed are so slow to heal
Stretch a little boy
For looking-glass
I don't to be me
I want to fear, no
got a scarecrow
Got to let the corn
A man can't always reap he sows
(Cut, cut, cut in pantomime, mime,
I'll be your devil if admit you're mine)
Leave to be ultra-here
The chill of fall is always crawling
in the flowers
Never their smell
The here know secrets
They will tell
(Cut, cut, cut in pantomime, mime,
I'll be your devil if you'll admit mine)