Luyện nghe bài hát Skin Is, My

My skin is as parchment
Drier than a downtown office
the air is tight
There's time spent, on her bones
for the telephone to ring

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

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

is my, it's the only thing
That doesn't fly in my land
And love, oh,
Is my, is
the only thing that
Butterfly in

Let it be on every T-shirt in this land
On the finest of cottons and the hippest of
On bolder than the capital I
It's the only thing, it's the thing
It's the lonely, whoa

My is white as parchment
Drier a downtown office building
Where the air is
There's spent 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 lovely
Oh, how it shakes the
Oh, a lovely sound
Oh, how it shakes the
Oh, what a lovely

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