Luyện nghe bài hát Suffering Face

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

Will you look you've done to her
Will you look at disgrace
Well, it's all
Your suffering

If we were chrome, we be rusty
If we thirst, we would be quenched
You don't need the same old gun
You a brand new wrench

to pull you down on the ground
And cover you kisses
Once I was the jewel of heart
Now I'm semi-precious

But if I so preoccupied
It's my alibi, I'm all broken up inside
Even the words of love seem and crass
When you're and transparent as armored glass

I a bed for you
Then I sprayed
Upon the roses
I'd scattered 'round the room

You came in gentle as a
And turned into a
And you your love and other threats
In the steam fading on my mirror

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

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