Luyện nghe bài hát Untitled 2 (Morissey Song)

She was just seventeen, pious and with a deadly disease
And the of the world on a prosthetic shoulder
And by the summer of '96 her body was cracked porcelin
like some Precious Moments collectable
In a hospital gown and a big bright golden

And so cheers for my morose and grieving (creeping?) pals
And now let's hear it for the tears I've welled up
We've too far to have to give it all up now
We lived lives that were rich and
And we'll for how we transgress

Now mastered the art
Of the open casket prayer and the singing
I found the rewards weren't half I hoped for
And meanwhile, we all hope and nerve
As her went on and lied to her
All about the of the surgeries
And how my ex-girlfriend was now sleeping her fianc

If any justice in heaven, then God won't let me in
He'll lock the gates and take my weekend away
With a sympathetic wave, they'll see me off, return my crown
While I am cursed to walk the earth for a
I know I deserve but it terrifies me and I can't take it anymore