Luyện nghe bài hát Neck On The New Blade

High, fiddle high, fiddle low, low
There's a ghost in my soul
High, fiddle high, low, fiddle low
a [Incomprehensible]

A crooked in my walk, a stumble in my
Is what I'm little girl
Metal on the red overcast in
I'm goin' an feelin' ill

High, fiddle high, fiddle low, low
There's a cold on my crow
High, fiddle high, low, fiddle low
a girl that I know

You never had one I don't believe you will
This is your for standin' still
Metal on the red in head
I'm down an feelin' ill

See boys known her from way back
Back she was dead
Tongues on fire spoke the
And a darkness her head

Holy my hand
That's a joke
Like steel cold knife on the bridge of
the words that I spoke