Luyện nghe bài hát Suffering Face

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

Will you look what you've to her
Will you look at this
Well, all over
suffering face

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

to pull you down on the ground
And cover you kisses
I was the jewel of your heart
Now I'm only

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

I a bed for you
Then I perfume
Upon the wilted
I'd scattered 'round the room

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

Well, an old man's fantasy
Put in a girl's mouth
Like cheap pink
on her wedding dress

Will you look what done to me
Now put me in my place
Oh, all over, it's all over, it's all over
Your face