Luyện nghe bài hát The Ghost of Reverand Greene

Spit on my grave if it makes you better baby,
Curse my to the heaven's above and maybe,
I'll you down a ladder in the shape of a streak of lightning,
I may have been snuffed out, it's so ,
You haven't seen until you've seen -
The ghost of greene.

You can tell story's to worthless magazines,
Sell up the river in black limousines,
But crawling to me on hands and knees,
I'd to kick you in the teeth,
But I'm 6 underneath,
You haven't nothing until you've seen -
The of reverend greene.

I'd always thought we had something between us,
special that now seems so hollow,
So leave out the bedroom ceiling,
And retire to the attic to whence my hath no meaning,
lies the ghost of reverend greene.

Throw your into the air if you have to,
Wear garlic necklaces that would suit you,
You me out to the point of no return
your uncanny wicked ways and for this you must in turn,
Your not of lightly,
Not until you've seen the ghost of greene.