Luyện nghe bài hát Morticiachair

Now, let's talk about the
I had this in my apartment
Right there in front of the room
As an open invitation to
(A cold might show)

like a face
Waiting for a telephone of a beloved feline
She is in a and it's California
She's been there for quite a

got no presents
I've got no

the phone, take the plane
And come back home
the phone, take the plane
And come back home

Drop the phone, take the
And come back again
Drop the phone, take the
And come home again
the phone, take the plane
And back home again

She knows where she
When she goes for the
She knows where she
When she goes for the

By the time of my second car crash I got totally
Like in the days I cut myself up a razor-blade
Oh nostalgia, myself in so many ways
I didn't what to think of him

Ah, maybe I think too much, I don't so
madly in love with a couple of beautiful ears
It's only a
Had long and boring conversations nothing
Talked so much, I bored to death
And the more I talk, the more I turn a vegetable

God, I'm a fool

She knows where she
When she for the doorknob
She knows she rolls
When she goes for the

She knows she rolls
she goes for the doorknob
She knows she rolls
When she goes for the

behave, won't you shame me?
I'm into deep, won't you me?
I'll behave, you shame me?
I'm into deep, you shame me?

of orange, orange
Little Christ, I'm in her bath-tub,
Consulted, consulted,

She knows where she
When she for the doorknob
She where she rolls
When she for the doorknob

She where she rolls
When she goes for the
She knows where she
When she for the doorknob

I'll behave, won't you me?
I'm into deep, you shame me?
I'll behave, you shame me?
I'm into deep, you shame me?

behave, won't you shame me?
I'm deep, won't you shame me?
behave, won't you shame me?
I'm into deep, won't you me?

Information,
I'm bored,