Luyện nghe bài hát Neck On The New Blade

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

A crooked in my walk, a stumble in my
Is what I'm after girl
Metal on the red in head
I'm down an feelin' ill

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

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

See boys I've known her from way
when she was dead
Tongues on spoke the word
And a darkness left her

Holy my other
a fuckin' joke
Like steel cold on the bridge of strife
Were the words I spoke