Luyện nghe bài hát Said The Spider To The Fly

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

I your head.
I your 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 that tempt me.
I know you're sick alone and I'm everyone everything.
So scratch it on the of your coffin on your sick day home:
"And when your loves to cheat there's another you can meet
It's a short pier, it's a walk home"
You show me where it hurts,
There's a beast and a
Kicking, spitting on your floor.
This is your life this is your and
When I'm done it's over just a bit more.

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

So if I fight the good will hairlines recede?
Will lines deepen in to craft a look of defeat?
I feel the end is my little Monday night whore,
My little night became a Sunday remorse.
And it's all America,
God the game show heathens.
is your life, this is your life,
And at last my good we are even.
I know I'll never 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 show me where it hurts, cremate me to burn,
Never me up and throw me to sea.
You'll never have to find the words they out spilling unrehearsed,
But you and I never find that peace.