Luyện nghe bài hát Makers

she swore out the lights when she said she was
in it for the rain
she made of her bed a naive
just in it became - just in case
the 1st of many songs you wanted me to write
just for you I to god you like it
it's as pretty as it is
as pretty as it is cruel
she swore out the lights when she dammed herself to
her thirteenth finger my drink
and she at the scene as
the drove off
circumference,
come
here's the first of many you wanted me to write
for you I hope to god you like it
and it may pretty cruel but mercy is not my name
and our I hope to god you counted them
you're as pretty as you are
you're as as you are cruel
you're as as you are cruel