Luyện nghe bài hát Miss Ann Thrope

You're so when you lie
Love songs make me cry
I think you have a choice
There's no truth left in your

Remember when we used to
Just try to all that
my heart upon your lips
I hope it tastes just like

call me me
Miss Ann
Just me me
Ann Thrope

You're so pretty you die
Love songs make me cry
I think you realize
There's no blue left in your

Remember we used to sing
Just try to those things
Fill your inside with dirt
I that it fucking hurts

call me me
Miss Ann
call me me
Miss Ann

Just me me
Ann Thrope
Just me me
Ann Thrope

You have left a of deceit
an flattery
Blasting my wounds
me in God and poetry

A ritual to mend my angry
A ground for your untruth
If God created man in his own
fuck you

Ashes to ashes, dust to
My for you defines my lust
Bridges to bridges, you're to me
world Miss Ann Thrope

Ashes to ashes, to dust
My hate for you defines my
Bridges to bridges, nothing to me
world Miss Ann Thrope

Fuck,
Ann Thrope
Cunt,
Ann Thrope