Luyện nghe bài hát The Pornographers Daughter

I can't leave words like these
They break the that hold up my sleeves
I've got to tie her so high her breath
before she speaks, but this bus just go far enough
So I'll strap my face to a homemade bomb and the bus stop through the parking lot
We'll celebrate we were free

I know a place where we can both get
Take some time to learn about face
bawling and bell curves
about from inhalers
and I'll the fifth and you can just sit
and watch from a distance while you open it
This is how I keep her..in pieces..she's a keeper

And I'll be holding my with the best..
my breath the best intentions

is not for me, your perfume struggles perfectly
it wraps and screams at me,
"My tastes like plastic, he's elastic and now he's dead" [x2]

My straight grin is the first to leave hand in hand with the queen of tragedy
Why do I hurt on purpose?
I I lack a purpose..
So smile like a child in the sea forget about what's in the water
and just focus in on me be the phantom of the opera
be the lantern you blow out first..

And I'll be holding my with the best..
my breath with the intentions

This is not for me, your struggles perfectly
it around and screams at me,
"My hero tastes like plastic, he's elastic and now he's dead"

And I'll be the reason you'll this city..(This is not for me)