Luyện nghe bài hát Untitled 2 (Morissey Song)

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

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

Now mastered the art
Of the open prayer and the singing guitar
I found the rewards weren't half what I for
And meanwhile, we all feigned and nerve
As her parents went on and to her
All about the success of the
And how my ex-girlfriend was now with her fianc

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