Luyện nghe bài hát Old Age

And I awake.
highness, I am so high I cannot walk.
And I awake.
You cripple, you away my time, my peace, my empathy.
No babies on atrophy.
Your love and fetal dress,
my bitter fated caress.
What was she for
The girl you've ever seen.
was she for Valentines?
An old concubine.
Someday she die for no one
She to me to know.
All the gone sour.
All that in her place.
saves.....old age.
It's okay to kill idols,
just pretend you no rivals.
We all know that friendless.
at mirrors, it's not an issue.
Just the hateful tissue.
We all her age is endless.
She to me to know.
All the glitters sour.
All lies in her place.
saves.....old age.
And then she you, she says, "Pretty please."
make her pure again, I'll make her clean.
No one knows Hestor Prynne.
Someone please Anne Boleyn.
Chokers are in again.
Someday she won't have to it.
Living---well, in itself sacred.
she will just refuse.
.
All the glitters sour.
All that in her place.
saves.....old age.
in peace.....and I'm sorry.
Me in pieces....so sorry.
in peace.....and I'm sorry.
Me in pieces.....so sorry.