Luyện nghe bài hát The Butcher

Open up till
The waits for someones desperation
goes beyond control
Speaking is an

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

From behind the counter he
You whispered, you want

Cut out the of the oncoming cars on the highway
Lightness is when you cut out the lines in the paper
Cut the split
The ones over

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

the dry stone to a promise
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 with his eyes

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

From under the he thought
You whispered, you want