Luyện nghe bài hát Braille

She was lying on the floor and stretch marks
She hadn't been a virgin and he been a god
So she named the baby
To make up for the royalty he

And from then on it was turpentine and
From then on it was cold from the can
And they were just two jerks with matches
'Cause that's all they how to play

And it was raining and dogs outside of her window
And she knew they destined to become sacred road kill on the way
And she was to the sound of heavens shaking
Thinking puddles and, puddles and mistakes

'Cause it's turpentine and patches
It's been cold, Campbell's from the can
were just two jerks playing with matches
'Cause that's all they how to play
When they how to play

never could carry a tune
She thought about irony as she stared back at the moon
She was tracing the with her fingers on her skin
Saying why don't I again

With turpentine and
With cold, cold Campbell's the can
After all I'm a jerk playing with matches
It's just that he's not around to play along,

I'm still an asshole playing candles
out wishes, blowing out dreams
Just sitting here and trying to decipher
What's written in Braille upon my skin, oh
On skin

She was lying on the floor and stretch
She was lying on the and counting stretch
She was lying on the floor, lying, lying, and counting stretch