Luyện nghe bài hát Mirrors

Dear Miss
Oh, damn this
Wouldn't believe how much it
In the summer
red iron feet
You'll be nursing a bloody

Princess
talk in our sleep
But I wouldn't to sit too close
I be your Prince
Though your secrets are
I am the mirror can't let go

hair as black as night
Her skin, a dead, white
And the red on the wall

With every
And every
Tip-toe further
Further from this mistake
I'm no I'm no saint, saint
It's not what you anyway
All the cold that you've
The bones that you
The blood that you've
You built body in the coffin where you sleep

Let this breathe
'Cause its it needs
I'm suffocating the clock to you
I like a saint
But like a thief
And leading you
To believe I'm Prince
Adorn your bedroom with
Take the red from your
And ink it into skin
Now watch you say
Because there's gray
About the of your sin

With hair as black as
Her skin, a dead, white
And the red on the bathroom

With breath
And intake
Tip-toe away
Further from his mistakes
I'm no I'm no saint, saint
not what you needed anyway
All the cold that caught
The that you brought
The blood that you've
You built your body in the where you sleep

(... indecipherable...
Operate, Operate, Operate,
or kill you too...)

With every
And intake
Tip-toe away
You're bleeding, bloodshot
Tired
I'm no I'm no saint, saint
You to see the pieces you've thrown away
All the cold that you've
The that you brought
The blood that lost
Keep your body, get the away from me