Luyện nghe bài hát Who Will Love Me Tomorrow?

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

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

Cold Cindy pulls the mirrors from the wall
Walks barefoot on the broken glass and stumbles in from the
She's shooting paper tigers the needle that she's borrowed
Tonight she is my pillow, so who love me tomorrow?
(Who will 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 all lie slain
I'll be clean, I'll never be pure again

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

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

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

Who will love me
Who will love me