Luyện nghe bài hát Who Will Love Me Tomorrow?

She brings me colors, white wine and
And we paint our faces and powder our noses
She gives me her and I hang it next to mine
Reads to me like a honeymoon valentine

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

Cold Turkey pulls the mirrors from the wall
Walks on the broken glass and stumbles in from the hall
She's paper tigers with the needle that she's borrowed
Tonight she is my pillow, so who will 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 feels like a battlefield, my soldiers all lie slain
I'll never be clean, I'll never be pure

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

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

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

Who will me tomorrow?
Who will me tomorrow?