Luyện nghe bài hát Saint Mary

Blanket me nurse
And keep me from
I must get to the woods dear girls
I must get to the woods

In the bloody
Rising for their cup of tea of the day
When sky turn into space
And air into

The things I really need
Is water, a gun, and
Let me my fevered cheek
Upon your warm bellies

In the bloody going to the bright theater now
Come on
let me taste the clean dirt in my lungs
And on my back