Luyện nghe bài hát She Looked Like She Owed Death Money

She stalked into the place, a silence after
Her eyes out in sunken grace
going to be my victim
You could tell that she had been around the block and again
A sown with sin
No ever loved her
Ah Ah

She the weak one from the herd,
a broken in mourning
Summoned him without a
A siren no warning
steps, he fell to her
Sucked dry purr
Slapped back into the
goner to the ruin

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

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

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

As the gin screeching
The wind the door
and the screaming men into the night (ah ah)
They ran until their gave out
into the moors and muttered
"what the bloody did we just see?
He like he owed death...
he looked like he owed money"

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

waiting at the bottom...

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