Luyện nghe bài hát Pulse

I'll go back there don't make me go back there

Now God is an athiest
Finally, well i can at night

In a hotel
holes in the curtains
I shivered as she up my leg
she could me
a hundred mary's
she whispered "dear boy, god is dead"

i'll never go there
don't make me go back

i--don't--sleep--in this cold bed

in a room
the color of her
in the drapes
spray of light
lovers,
were we kidding each
for breath,
in lies

in a hotel
(it was my communion)
is that your cleansing my veins
if little angels
(would in these curtains)
they'd "dear boy, your mouth was too warm"
was too
was too