Luyện nghe bài hát Morticiachair

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

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

got no presents
I've got no

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

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

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

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

Ah, I think too much, I don't think so
Fell madly in love a couple of beautiful ears
only a variation
Had long and boring conversations about
Talked so much, I bored to death
And the more I talk, the more I turn into a

God, I'm a fool

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Information,
I'm bored,