Luyện nghe bài hát My Death

My is like
A swinging
A patient who knows the score
for her
And the time

My waits like
A bible
At the of my youth
Weep loud for
And the passing

My waits like
A at night
And surely as our love is
laugh for us
And the passing

But whatever is the door
There is much to do
Angel or I don't care
For in front of that
is you

My death waits
A beggar
Who the world with an unlit mind
him a dime
For the passing

My waits
To my friends
A few times before it ends
Let's to that
And the passing

My death in
Your arms, thighs
Your fingers will close my eyes
Let's not talk
The time

But is behind the door
is nothing much to do
Angel or I don't care
For in front of door
is you

My waits
Among the leaves
In magicians, sleeves
Rabbits,
And the times

My death
the flowers
Where the shadow cowers
pick lilacs
For the passing

My death in
A bed
of oblivion at my head
Pull up the
Against the passing

But whatever is the door
There is nothing to do
Angel or devil I care
For in front of door
is you