Luyện nghe bài hát Suffering Face

Well, there's an old fantasy
Put in a young girl's
Like cheap lipstick
on her wedding dress

Will you look what done to her
you look at this disgrace
Well, all over
Your face

If we chrome, we would be rusty
If we were thirst, we be quenched
You need the same old rivet gun
You a brand new wrench

Someone to pull you on the ground
And you with kisses
I was the jewel of your heart
Now I'm semi-precious

But if I so preoccupied
just my alibi, I'm all broken up inside
Even the of love seem cruel and crass
When you're tough and transparent as glass

I a bed for you
I sprayed perfume
Upon the wilted
That I'd scattered the room

You came in gentle as a
And into a terror
And you left love and other threats
In the fading on my bathroom mirror

Well, an old man's fantasy
Put in a young mouth
cheap pink lipstick
Smeared on her dress

you look what you've done to me
Now you've put me in my
Oh, it's all over, it's all over, all over
Your suffering