Luyện nghe bài hát Skin Is, My

My is white as parchment
Drier than a downtown office
Where the air is
time spent, resting on her bones
Waiting for the telephone to

Ba-ring, ba-ring,
Ba-ring, ba-ring,
Ba-ring, ba-ring,
Ba-ring, ba-ring,

My skin is cold as her
On the floor
Run back to bed and slam the
Oh, a lovely sound
Oh, how it the ground
Oh, what a lovely
Oh, what a lovely
Oh, a lovely

Skin is my, it's the thing
doesn't really fly in my land
And love, oh,
Is my, is
It's the only thing
Butterfly in

Let it be printed on every in this land
On the finest of and the hippest of brands
On bolder letters than the I
the only thing, it's the only thing
It's the only lonely,

My skin is white as
Drier than a office building
Where the air is
There's time waiting for that
Macrame bird of
To come and sing

La-ling, la-ling,
La-ling, la-ling,
La-ling, la-ling,
La-ling, la-ling,

Oh, what a sound
Oh, how it shakes the
Oh, what a lovely
Oh, how it shakes the
Oh, what a sound

Oh, what a lovely
Oh, how it shakes the
Oh, what a lovely
Oh, how it shakes the
Oh, a lovely sound
Oh, oh what a lovely