Luyện nghe bài hát My Death

My death waits like an old
So confident, go his way
Whistle to him and the passing

My death like a Bible truth
At the funeral of my
Are we proud for that and the passing

My death waits like a witch at
As surely as our is right
Let's not think the passing time

But lies behind the door
There is nothing to do
Angel or devil, I don't
For in front of door there is you

My death waits like a beggar
Who sees the through an unlit mind
Throw him a dime for the passing

My waits there between your thighs
Your cool fingers will my eyes
think of that and the passing time

My waits to allow my friends
A few times before it ends
So let's of that and the passing time

For whatever behind the door
There is nothing to do
Angel or devil, I care
For in of that door there is you

My death there among the leaves
In magician's sleeves
Rabbits and and the passing time

My death waits there the flowers
the blackest shadows, blackest shadows cowers
Let's pick for the passing time

My waits there in a double bed
Sails of oblivion and my
So pull up your against the passing time

But whatever behind the door
There is nothing to do
Angel or devil, I care
For in of that door there is, Thank You