Luyện nghe bài hát The Tribute To Manila

a neon cross on the tower
is shining over streets
where are standing and selling
their breakable bodies
she she is twelve years old
and her name is
on her forarm
are some scares to see
beutiful faces and the of the flash
40 dolars for a life choice
when the trip is
and a sober coldness through her creeps
she has the feeling to set her
from that crawling skin
so arlene cuts at her
a fast cut with the blade
empty eyes look and depressed
glow in the eyes of nameless
but ghostly white faces are still
blow up forever the fat old
I wish to a voice that shouts
they should be sent into
should be sent to the sword

oh arlene don't cut
no cuts
no danger to no
no cuts