Luyện nghe bài hát Who Will Love Me Tomorrow?

She brings me colors, white and roses
And then we our faces and powder our noses
She gives me her halo and I hang it next to
Reads to me Mishima like a valentine

an architect of pleasure and she fashions me a fountain
She leads me through the clouds to the peak of the mountain
We dare the heavens on a chariot that we
she is my cradle, but who will love me tomorrow?
Who'll me tomorrow?

Cold Turkey pulls the mirrors from the wall
Walks barefoot on the broken glass and in from the hall
shooting paper tigers with the needle that she's borrowed
Tonight she is my pillow, so who will me tomorrow?
(Who love me tomorrow?)

Must I sing so low to get so high?
I can't purge of demons and I don't know the reason why
My heart feels like a battlefield, my soldiers all lie
I'll never be clean, I'll never be pure

She greets me like a siren and all her lights are
She invites me to her dungeon with the of a lashing
With a smile like a playing on her lips
She shows me her collection of butterflies, scars and

With fingernails claws, she leaves keepsake souvenirs
trenches on my back, she bathes in saccharine scented tears
Feel just like an actor in a play 'Dear Friend Sorrow'
Tonight she is my refuge, but who love me tomorrow?
(Who will me tomorrow?)

Must I sing so low just to get so
I purge myself of demons and I don't know the reason why
My heart feels like a battlefield and my soldiers all lie
never be clean, I'll never be pure again

Who love me tomorrow?
Who will me tomorrow?