Luyện nghe bài hát Play Me Backwards

You don't to play me backwards
To get the meaning of my
You don't have to die and go to
To feel the Devil's

Well, I my life was a photograph
On the Christmas card
all dressed in buttons and bows
And up in the yard

Were the golden days of
So lyrical and
Or did the start to fade
On the day I was born

I've seen them light the
I've heard them the drum
And cried Mama, I'm cold as ice
And I got no to run

Let the begin, there's a pop of skin
And the sudden rush of
There's a boy riding on a goat's head
And a little girl the harlot

a sacrifice in an empty church
Of sweet lil' Rose
And a man in a from Mexico
Is off my clothes

I've seen them the candles
I've them bang the drum
And cried Mama, I'm cold as ice
And I got no to run

So, I'm paying for
out the truth
Chasing
down the proof

You don't have to me backwards
To get the of my verse
You have to die and go to Hell
To feel the curse

stand before your altar
And tell I know
I've come to my childhood
At the of baby Rose

I've seen them the candles
heard them bang the drum
I've them light the candles
I've heard bang the drum