Luyện nghe bài hát My Death

My is like
A door
A girl who knows the score
for her
And the time

My waits like
A bible
At the funeral of my
Weep for that
And the time

My death 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
or devil I don't care
For in front of door
is you

My death like
A blind
Who the world with an unlit mind
him a dime
For the time

My waits
To allow my
A few times before it ends
drink to that
And the passing

My waits in
Your arms, thighs
Your fingers will close my eyes
not talk about
The passing

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

My waits
the falling leaves
In magicians, mysterious
Rabbits,
And the passing

My waits
the flowers
Where the blackish cowers
pick lilacs
For the passing

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

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