Luyện nghe bài hát My True Name

Let me you darlin', maybe call you sweetheart
Don't you hate it when they call you
But isn't it scary, when they want to call you
A whore, or a saint, or a tease.
But you came here in summer, you'd living in Manhattan
You caught me eyed and half sane
But you saw to my center every imposter
And you whispered My Name
I been Betty, Eleanor and Rosie
I've been the shamed
And if the be known I've attempted Saint Joan
Donna, and Sarah, and
For we all have our and we all have tormentors
and we'll play again and again
But you saw to my center, past imposter
And you My True Name
And if you see me standing on the banks of Lake
Throwing white bits of to the wind
I'm throwing the shards, of all my calling cards
And I'm speaking My True
I'm throwing the shards, of all my calling cards
And I'm whispering My Name