Luyện nghe bài hát She Looked Like She Owed Death Money

She stalked the place, a silence followed after
Her eyes cried out in sunken
Who's going to be my
You could tell that she had been around the and back again
A sown with sin
No mother ever her
Ah Ah

She picked the weak one the herd,
a broken in mourning
Summoned him without a
A with no warning
Zombie steps, he to her
dry gravitational purr
Slapped back into the
Another to the ruin

And the men let go their
Removed their from round their necks
and a sigh (ah ah)
One brave broke the silence
With a voice shot a gun
He "Holy Jesus, Mother Mary
She looked she owed death money"
She looked like she owed money
She looked she owed death money
She looked like she owed death
Nothing hurts worse than feeling the
But to me if you want to grow old
Nothing's worth the you pay for her
And waiting at the bottom
waiting

They to see who spoke
A shadow by the
hand reached to the youth
and beckoned "come closer"
my tale and hear me well
That harpy hound straight from hell
and stole me for 50 years
and is all's left over
Ah Ah

Now he with creaking age
His face in the fire
Gasps of horror filled the air his ghastly hollow
a skull with skin stretched thin
A rotting sallow
An echoed from within
Wrenched back his head and
Ah Ah

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

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

She's at the bottom...

she looked he owed death money
she like he owed death money
she like he owed death money
Never to speak of this
Lest you want to up next to him
Nothing hurts worse feeling the cold
But there's no going back when your soul's been
And waiting at the bottom
She's at the bottom