Luyện nghe bài hát Mrs. Hayes

Mrs.
a fork
And in her husband's neck

Rips his
his throat.
and slashes at his jowls.

just a dream
A dream
but it makes her better.

30
Of wasted...

Mr.
Lives
With his and cook.

"Get here!
Get here!
Christ! an idiot!"

30
Of life

My small comfort I go.
I go.
Is he'll be in a home.
A corpse.
casket Mr. Hayes.
I go.

You...
..Gave...
..Me...
..NOTHING!!!

NO-O-O-O-O-O!!!