Luyện nghe bài hát The Butcher

Open up midnight
The butcher waits for desperation
That goes control
is an invitation

Under lights
You cant wash out his
bodies are indecent
And are not in decline

From the counter he thought
You whispered, you want

Cut out the brights of the cars on the highway
is forced when you cut out the lines in the paper
Cut the seconds
The ones filled

you thought you were caught with unknowable thrills
Instead you get
Soft haze in the
The in your head, have to all be replaced

Cleave the dry stone to a
That an answer soon follow
Grave attention is focused
On the flashlight and the fortune

Down the on prospects
The walks home
in the streetlights
Even knows it in the
Proves it his eyes closed

He his red coat, downstairs
Goes up his bedroom
and folds his arms
As if it impress you

under the covers he thought
You whispered, you more