Luyện nghe bài hát Murderers, the Hope of Women

With this knife I cut the
Who will be my bride
Sweet Adams
Watch her climb the ladder
A present her stepfather
Sweet Fanny
See her reaching out and stripping down the drapes
A cover for her nakedness, a veil for her
With curtains for your dress
You must take your place
The Little Madams
And now I love you
I must my place too

Amongst the murderers, the of women
Death in every new
I must this woman for my sentence of life
And she must take my

I buy a ring of gold
And you will birth control
Sweet Adams
a puppet on a string
Of oestrogen and
Sweet Fanny
This is where misery starts
This is where your stops
We'll a television
To replace Box
And I will a business face
And you will your proper place
From those Proper Little
And in my world of cut and
I will that my place, my place must ...

Be with the murderers, the of women
Death in every new
I must take this woman for my sentence of
And she must take my

In my pipe and
Do I look like The Ripper?
Sweet Fanny
But I poisoned you with kiss
Smothered you with bliss
Sweet Adams
Underneath the from the sun lamp that we bought
Your face is paler than the pale face of a
And from the seventh floor of our
You flung yourself down to where stood below
Those Little Madams
But in hair, wrinkles and false teeth
I escaped by the police

One of the murderers, the hope of
in every new beginning
I must take this for my sentence of life
And she take my knife