Luyện nghe bài hát Said The Spider To The Fly

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

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

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

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