Luyện nghe bài hát When I Dream Of Michelangelo

You know I don't like you but you be my friend
There are bodies on the ceiling and they're fluttering their
okay, I'm angry but you'll never understand
When you dream of Michelangelo they hang above hands

And I know she is not my
And I know 'cause there she
Walking on my skin

And I see why you wanna talk to me
When your of America is crystal and clean
I wanna white bread life just ignorant and plain
But from the walls of I'm dangling again

And I know she is not my
And I know 'cause there she
Walking on my skin and again

Saturn on a line, the sun afire of and wires
Spin above my and make it right
Anytime like you can catch a sight
Of angel eyes on emptiness and

And I dream of when I'm lying in my bed
I see God upon the ceiling, I see angels
And he seems so close as he reaches out his
We are never as close as we are led to understand

And I know she is not my
And I know there she goes
Walking, walking,

And I she is not my friend
And I know there she goes
Walking on my skin and again

On my mind, oh, Lord, no
Yes, she's walking on my skin again and