Luyện nghe bài hát Said The Spider To The Fly

(Entry number one, I hear the boots in the hallway)

I your head.
I want your parts.
I want to wring out your thoughts.
I to eat out your bitter heart.
I your soul to sing six words harmony
Of all the pigs that might me.
I know you're sick and I'm telling everyone everything.
So scratch it on the wall of your coffin on sick day home:
"And when your lover to cheat there's another you can meet
It's a pier, it's a long walk home"
You show me where it hurts,
There's a beast and a
Kicking, spitting on your floor.
is your life this is your life and
When I'm done it's just a little bit more.

things die all the time,
So God bless your heart, is mine.
"Kiss me you mean goodbye," said the spider to the fly.
All times you thought that you were wrong, you were right.

So if I the good fight will hairlines recede?
Will lines deepen in face to craft a of defeat?
I the end is near my little Monday night whore,
My Saturday night became a Sunday remorse.
And all over America,
God bless the show heathens.
This is life, this is your life,
And at my good friend we are even.
I know never lose an arm, never stay up staring at the phone.
If I ever rot up disease don't you bury me and leave,
Don't you leave me in the alone.
You gotta me where it hurts, never cremate me to burn,
Never me up and throw me to sea.
You'll never to find the words they come out spilling unrehearsed,
But you and I will never that peace.