Luyện nghe bài hát Mirrors

Dear Miss
Oh, this night
Wouldn't believe how it snows
In the summer
With red iron
You'll be nursing a nose

Princess
We'll 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 savior; I'm no saint,
not what you needed anyway
All the cold you've caught
The bones that you
The blood that you've
You your body in the coffin where you sleep

Let this breathe
its what it needs
I'm suffocating the clock to you
I think a saint
But swing a thief
And leading you
To I'm your Prince
Adorn bedroom with hints
Take the red from your
And ink it into skin
Now what you say
there's nothing gray
About the color of sin

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

every breath
And every
Tip-toe further
Further away his mistakes
I'm no I'm no saint, saint
It's not you needed anyway
All the that you've caught
The bones that you
The blood you've lost
You built your body in the coffin you sleep

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

With breath
And every
Tip-toe away
You're bleeding, bloodshot
mistake
I'm no savior; I'm no saint,
You need to see the you've thrown away
All the cold that you've
The bones that you
The blood that you've
Keep body, get the hell away from me