Luyện nghe bài hát Said The Spider To The Fly

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

I your head.
I want wicked parts.
I want to out your evil thoughts.
I want to eat out your heart.
I want your soul to sing six harmony
Of all the pigs might tempt me.
I know sick alone and I'm telling everyone everything.
So it on the wall of your coffin on your sick day home:
"And your lover loves to cheat there's another you can meet
It's a short pier, it's a long home"
You gotta show me it hurts,
There's a and a burden
Kicking, spitting on bathroom floor.
This is your life is your life and
When I'm it's over just a little bit more.

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

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