Luyện nghe bài hát The Butcher

Open up midnight
The waits for someones desperation
That beyond control
is an invitation

Under fluorescent
You cant wash out his
Where are indecent
And they are not in

behind the counter he thought
You whispered, you more

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

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

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

the streets on prospects
The butcher home
Orange in the
Even it in the dark
it with his eyes closed

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

From under the he thought
You whispered, you want