Luyện nghe bài hát Purple

Sweet sweet pain- like a but tears are
rain full fists slapping thudding BANGING
wanting not to be weak with woe hands-she's on
the floor on the she SLAMS her empty hands like
it rings in her ears slapping thunder
splashing in the of her tears lungs heaving
from the crashing dreaming that was ripped from
her heart while and dropped all red and sloppy
here, on this clean tile floor. Now is a hole
inside, where the ghosts and demons hide,
wilting words of woe, hungry ugly crunchy
things, HORRIBLE NASTY PERVERTED THINGS. in her
her mother whispers "spreading like a whore".
wilted pile heaving. weak with tears and with
dreaming, wanting to be wanted and wanting
more.