Luyện nghe bài hát Mirrors

Dear Miss
Oh, damn this
believe how much it snows
In the summer
With red iron
You'll be nursing a nose

Wrecked
We'll talk in our
But I dare to sit too close
I can't be your
Though secrets are safe
I am the mirror that let go

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

every breath
And every
Tip-toe further
Further away from this
I'm no I'm no saint, saint
not what you needed anyway
All the cold that caught
The bones that you
The blood that you've
You built your body in the where you sleep

Let this apartment
its what it needs
I'm suffocating the to keep you
I think like a
But swing a thief
And inadvertently you
To believe I'm Prince
Adorn your bedroom with
the red from your eyes
And ink it your skin
Now watch you say
Because nothing gray
About the color of sin

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

With breath
And every
Tip-toe further
Further away from his
I'm no savior; I'm no saint,
It's not what you needed
All the cold that you've
The that you brought
The blood that you've
You your body in the coffin where you sleep

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

every breath
And intake
Tip-toe away
You're bleeding, your
mistake
I'm no I'm no saint, saint
You need to see the pieces thrown away
All the cold that caught
The that you brought
The blood that you've
Keep your body, get the hell away me