Luyện nghe bài hát Murder

Feels suicide salt to the wounds of pain
Pray for a miracle while you are insane
Carved like a lover's stare
Keep going to the temptation in the air
Wash his touch, enemy inside
The Lord will come to her, the reason to justify
Virtue is swollen, the night is spent and
She's so sure of herself she'll into the sun
Wake up in the morning a deep breath
There's no smell of roses, just the of death
Life's intoxicating street confetti red
start believing with so many voices in your head