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 wicked parts.
I to wring out your evil thoughts.
I want to eat out your heart.
I want your soul to sing six words
Of all the that might tempt me.
I know you're sick alone and I'm everyone everything.
So scratch it on the wall of your on your sick day home:
"And when your lover loves to cheat another you can meet
It's a short pier, it's a long home"
You gotta me where it hurts,
There's a and a burden
Kicking, on your bathroom floor.
This is your life this is life and
I'm done it's over just a little bit more.

Good die all the time,
So God your heart, vengeance 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 fight the good will hairlines recede?
Will lines deepen in face to craft a look of
I feel the end is near my Monday night whore,
My little night became a Sunday remorse.
And all over America,
God bless the show heathens.
This is your life, 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 with disease you bury me and leave,
Don't you me in the ground 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 come out spilling unrehearsed,
But you and I will never that peace.