Luyện nghe bài hát The Butcher

Open up till
The butcher for someones desperation
That goes control
Speaking is an

fluorescent lights
You wash out his desire
Where bodies are
And are not in decline

From behind the counter he
You whispered, you want

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

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

the dry stone to a promise
That an answer will follow
attention is still focused
On the and the cold 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
up into his bedroom
Undresses and his arms
As if it could you

From under the he thought
You whispered, you want