Luyện nghe bài hát Sweet Smell Of Success

You've got to be the one of porcelain
Bullet holes in your Plexiglases bones
Dough of breath the eyes of a mannequin
Put on a hell of a show gold

Fresh young face, of a lovely place
Cynical life wash face
to make it better
And we've this song before

And the skips again
Playin' dominoes tombstones
a graveyard in your drawer
Go and get yourself

'Cause your dead, you're
You're dead, you're
skin melts in wax
Woven eyelids

The arms of
You got your worth
hangs in the closet paper mache heart
Put on a hell of a solid gold

Your hate crime loving me
Cynical wash your face
Tryin' to it better
And we'll make it better
And never make it better