Luyện nghe bài hát Rags

Everything is and there's nobody to blame but me
And it would be so easy if was no one to hurt but me
But now everything that I do out of me
Will just tear you, in and out of you
Up and down your like a curse

by the only son of rags
Who would you up in all the finest tatters
But he wanted more, my loved one
to wrap you up in joy

But it never be me
You and I are like two
Not meant to collide, death to each
In the unravelling of

So tell me how do you, how do you, how do you, how do you it?
What kind of, what kind of, what kind of would you call it?
To have one in Eden, one foot in hell
To be always numb, plagued by
Summoned by angels at the same endlessly

But I will me, right out of this place
I will lay you to sleep
So you wake, I'll be gone and you
Will remember nothing, you will