Luyện nghe bài hát The Butcher

Open up midnight
The butcher waits for someones
That goes beyond
Speaking is an

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

From the counter he thought
You whispered, you want

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

When you thought you caught with unknowable thrills
Instead you get
Soft in the face
The lines in your head, to all be replaced

Cleave the dry to a promise
That an answer soon will
Grave is still focused
On the and the cold fortune

the streets on prospects
The butcher home
in the streetlights
Even it in the dark
Proves it with his eyes

He puts his red coat,
Goes up into his
Undresses and folds his
As if it could you

under the covers he thought
You whispered, you more