Luyện nghe bài hát Mistress

The light color in this
The seeping in
mix with the black of
Death's looming in

I've had of the
Brutal beatings and callings
To lose me to bed
Bruised internally,

Your little gifts you spent your money
And stuffed me
Didn't to anything
The attention I need is much serious

A of weight you couldn't lift
Even if cheap career depended on it
I someone much more mysterious
To be my, to be my
To be my

To be my, to be my
To be my
To be my, to be my
To be my
To be my, to be my
To be my