Luyện nghe bài hát She Looked Like She Owed Death Money

She stalked into the place, a followed after
Her cried out in sunken grace
going to be my victim
You could tell that she had been around the block and back
A Grizabella sown sin
No mother loved her
Ah Ah

She picked the one from the herd,
a broken in mourning
Summoned him without a
A siren with no
Zombie steps, he to her
Sucked dry gravitational
Slapped into the black
goner to the ruin

And the men let go breath
Removed their hands from their necks
and breathed a (ah ah)
One brave soul broke the
a voice shot like a gun
He bellowed "Holy Jesus, Mother
She looked like she owed money"
She looked she owed death money
She looked like she death money
She like she owed death money
hurts worse than feeling the cold
But to me if you want to grow old
Nothing's the price you pay for her
And she's waiting at the
She's

turned to see who spoke
A shadow by the
Gnarled hand reached to the
and them "come closer"
my tale and hear me well
That harpy hound come straight from
and stole me there for 50
and this is all's left
Ah Ah

Now he with creaking age
His caught in the fire
Gasps of horror filled the air upon his hollow
Just a skull with stretched thin
A rotting sallow
An echoed rattle from
Wrenched his head and howled
Ah Ah

As the gin screeching
The wind whip-cracked the
and sent the screaming men into the (ah ah)
ran until their hearts gave out
Collapsed the moors and muttered
"what the bloody hell did we see?
He looked he owed death...
he like he owed death money"

he looked like he owed money
he looked he owed death money
he looked he owed death money
ah ah ah ah

She's at the bottom...

she looked like he owed death
she looked he owed death money
she like he owed death money
Never to of this again
Lest you to line up next to him
hurts worse than feeling the cold
But there's no going back when your soul's sold
And waiting at the bottom
She's waiting at the